Sastre de Tu Amor

I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it fit just right
I want two glasses of liquor
To set us adrift once more

And measure slowly every part of your body
Sew your heart to mine with tenderness
Make your hair tangle with mine
I’m the seamster and you’re my model
Unravel gently all around your waist
Stitch this madness without any rules
Lose control in this shape
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 just right
I want two glasses of liquor
To set us adrift once more

I’d like to sketch you like a surgeon
Your face, your body, your space
My hands sliding down to the forbidden zone
Just the right fit, and here we go
Your love is the perfect medicine
I’m the tailor of your soul
Taking the measurements of your heart

I don’t know what it is about 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 key thing is to touch you

I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it fit just right
I want two glasses of liquor
To set us adrift once more