I don’t think its because you don’t want to, you don’t know how to…
The summer is nearing its end so I know that love is not what this liquid is-
Abrazame, amado after dark…for a lark, you’re my mark
Maybe other people don’t think that you are as delicious as I do because they want so much more from you…
The mornings have cooled and so has my emotional pull-
Besame, bonito even just for a lark… after dark, be my mark
I don’t need anything but a slice of your time and a sliver of your mind…
So let’s pretend tonight that summer is new and I’m not sure if I will ever love you like I do…
Desesperadamente enamorado de ti-
Your drunken heart is my mark, sans the lark.. whenever it’s dark…