Sastre de Tu Amor (part. Orishas)

You drive me crazy
Your skin tastes like coconut
And I get lost in the dangerous curves of your lips
There’s no calendar
When you’re with me
My world spins just below your belly button

I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it fit you perfectly
I want two glasses of liquor
To set us adrift once again

And I’ll measure your whole body slowly
Sew your chest to mine with tenderness
Make your hair tangle with my hair
I’m the seamster and you’re my model

Unravel your waist gently
Weave this madness without restraint
Lose control in this figure
I’m the pin and you’re my fabric, baby

I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it fit you perfectly
I want two glasses of liquor
To set us adrift once again (Blessed drift)

I’d like to trace you like a surgeon
Your face, your body, your space
My hands sliding to the forbidden zone
Just the right fit, and here we go

My love
My love dehydrates you
When I see you naked
And you burst the seams of my heart

I don’t know what happens with your calm
That always disarms me
It alarms me, lifts me up and brings me down
I think it’s all in my head
And the main thing is to touch you

You drive me crazy
Your skin tastes like coconut
And I get lost in the dangerous curves of your lips
There’s no calendar
When you’re with me
My world spins just below your belly button (just below your belly button)

I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it fit you perfectly
I want two glasses of liquor (oh, liquor, liquor)
To set us adrift once again (blessed drift)