Corre, Corre't, Corre

To whom does this hair belong
That I found in my bed,
Its perfume is so sensual
And it has a color I've never seen,
With the initials of my name
And a printed message.

To whom does it belong, who is the stranger
Who must have spent the night with me,
I see the balcony slightly open
And in the hair I see written
The initials of my name
And a printed message.

Run, run, run, run, run
This night.
Run, run, run, run, run
Do it for me.
Run, run, run, run, run
Do it with me.
Run, run, run, run, run
This night.

I don't waste time imagining
I want her in front of me
I will make love with the hair
And I will get her skin back,
With the initials of my name
And a printed message.