These are borrowed words
That my tongue didn't have
I love them because they are sweet
They dig across the beauty of my intelligence
Am worn if I fail to say it kindly
Mamacita, wrap your hands around my waist
And make me your golden belt
In walking side by side
The world will approve
I forgive for being too beautiful
But not for robbing my senses
I whistle in Spanish
For am sentenced by your ways
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
These are borrowed words
That my tongue didn't have
I love them because they are sweet
They dig across the beauty of my intelligence
Am worn if I fail to say it kindly
Mamacita, wrap your hands around my waist
And make me your golden belt
In walking side by side
The world will approve
I forgive for being too beautiful
But not for robbing my senses
I whistle in Spanish
For am sentenced by your ways
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