I make love to the son of Francisco Alcarez.
He keeps me warm when I am frigid.
He lights a fire within me when I am frozen.
They say he makes your clothes fall off,
and oh Francisco Alcarez,
you've given me your magic.
Weber Blue agave are your eyes.
You've brought your chaos from the south of freedom, so stab it into my stomach.
~It's not the worst thing thats been stabbed into my stomach~
I think I've cracked you open, but- you've uncorked me.
Slide me into the bliss I've missed, waiting for you~
Tear me away from my cyclical thoughts,
Smooth out my mind,
Kiss me gently and watch me cringe with sour pleasure.
But, lets keep this affair private~
I don't think they understand--- I need you.