Hacer El Amor Con Otro

Waking up with him
Next to me isn’t the same as being with you
It’s not that it’s wrong, not at all
But he’s still got some growing up to do, he’s almost a kid
White like him, I go
Without that bull you carry in your chest
Fragility, trembling
Nothing compared to my favorite wickedness
Without your nails scratching my back
Without your hands squeezing me, everything changes
Without your tongue poisoning my throat
Without your teeth that torture
Sweeten me up, I feel nothing

Making love with someone else
No, no, no
It’s not the same thing
There are no pink stars
No body oozing
Ambrosias splashed with I love yous
Making love with someone else
No, no, no
It’s like doing nothing
There’s a lack of fire in the gaze
There’s a lack of giving your soul in every kiss
And feeling like you can reach the sky

I tried to forget you, with him
I tried to get back at all your infidelities
And it went so wrong
That I even struggle to breathe the same air as him
That beard scraped like sandpaper
Your twisted smile
Is the best thing about you

Making love with someone else
No, no, no
It’s not the same thing
There are no pink stars
No body oozing
Ambrosias splashed with I love yous
Making love with someone else
No, no, no
It’s like doing nothing
There’s a lack of fire in the gaze
There’s a lack of giving your soul in every kiss
And feeling like you can reach the sky