La Dama y El Vagabundo

I brought from London, a little bottle of fog
to forget your name, so you can get lost in it
and for dressing naked and for daydreaming
I turned the world around and now the sky is hell.
(Oh let's go!)
The joy of living, is born when I see you smile
because tutururu.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
because you are the sand in my clock.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
that tells me before a notary, to see her name in your diary
surrounded by a heart.
The Wizard of Oz gave me new shoes
that always take you with me when I tap my heels lerelere.
I left in the drawer, locked up all my fears
and although it may seem a lie, I don't blush anymore when I see you.
(Oh let's go!)
The joy of living, is born when I see you smile
because tutururu.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
because you are the sand in my clock.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
that tells me before a notary, to see her name in your diary
surrounded by a heart.
Lalaralala lalaralala lalaralala laralalala....
The joy of living, is born when I see you smile
because tutururu, because tutururu.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
because you are the sand in my clock.
Because you are the center of my world
because you are the pot for my flower
because you are the lady and I'm the tramp
that tells me before a notary, to see her name in your diary
surrounded by a heart.