Labels: Life, Loura

A smoky room, a small café

They come to hear you play

And drink and dance the night away

I sit out in the crowd

And close my eyes

Dream to mind

But you don't know

You don't even know that I'm there

I wish that I was in your arms

Like that Spanish guitar

And you would play me through the night

Till the dawn

I wish you'd hold me in your arms

Like that Spanish guitar

And you would play me through all night long

All night long I'd be your song, I'd be your song

Fill my heart with

Every note you play

I pray you'll look my way

And hold me to your hear someday, yeah

I long to be the one that You caress with a tenderness

And you don't know

You don't even know that I exist

I wish that I was in your arms

Like that Spanish guitar

And you would play me through the night

Till the dawn

I wish you'd hold me in your arms

Like that Spanish guitar

All night long

All night long I'd be your song, I'd be your song

Te sientes inteligente

Cierras tus ojos

Y suenes que soy tuyo

Pero yo no se

Ni si quiera que estas aqui

Me gustaria tenerte en mis brazos amor

Labels: Songs