i’m going to steal you….
In the middle of the night
I’m going to steal you
Like an expensive piece of art
I’m gonna steal you
Like the rain steals the dryness
Of the dessert i cry on
I’m gonna steal you
As you sleep
As you dream
As you mourn
While you eat cookies con leche
While you watch a random movie
As you iron a wrinkled old shirt
As you cook huevos rancheros
I’m gonna steal you
Voy a robarte
A la antigua
A la buena, a la mala
Between sombra y resolana,
I will carry you in my canana
As a bullet for revolution
I’m gonna steal you
While worlds wage war against each other
As the corn goddess watches over
Little children of a poor neighborhood
In Vegas
Voy a robarte
Y llevarte entre las piernas
Like bootlegged tequila
During the prohibition
I’m going to steal your superstitions
And show you
That words carry such a strong action
So strong
That we seldom belong in our own realities
The realities imposed
By every single law of attraction
I’m gonna steal you
Like la Llorona
El calzonudo
El Diablo blanco
Los gitanos
Or el viejo del costal
As you rest your feet on the floor
Ponderously looking at the sky
In your search for a perfect star
In july’s cielos…
I’m going to steal you…
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
i’m going to steal you….
In the middle of the night
I’m going to steal you
Like an expensive piece of art
I’m gonna steal you
Like the rain steals the dryness
Of the dessert i cry on
I’m gonna steal you
As you sleep
As you dream
As you mourn
While you eat cookies con leche
While you watch a random movie
As you iron a wrinkled old shirt
As you cook huevos rancheros
I’m gonna steal you
Voy a robarte
A la antigua
A la buena, a la mala
Between sombra y resolana,
I will carry you in my canana
As a bullet for revolution
I’m gonna steal you
While worlds wage war against each other
As the corn goddess watches over
Little children of a poor neighborhood
In Vegas
Voy a robarte
Y llevarte entre las piernas
Like bootlegged tequila
During the prohibition
I’m going to steal your superstitions
And show you
That words carry such a strong action
So strong
That we seldom belong in our own realities
The realities imposed
By every single law of attraction
I’m gonna steal you
Like la Llorona
El calzonudo
El Diablo blanco
Los gitanos
Or el viejo del costal
As you rest your feet on the floor
Ponderously looking at the sky
In your search for a perfect star
In july’s cielos…
I’m going to steal you…
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