Ropa Desordenada

Quietly you come from behind
Holding me tightly
I don't know what to do, I don't ask for more
Just don't mess with my head too much
I leave the door open in case you want to come in
Oh, don't tell me you won't come in
Here you have me, no one will stop me
Look at me and touch me, I'm ready

It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy

You set the pace and I follow you there
Without trembling, it goes from my mouth to your ear
So yours are these urges to laugh
Come on, sit down and tell me

And suddenly I breathe again
Your scent has stayed in my chest
I don't know how I surrendered to you
Since when do I carry you in my dream

It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were

It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy
Uhuh, they were messy, lalala

It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy, messy
Messy