Mirame
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Does the sweet honey of my skin
bother you?
Does my caramel point of view
bother you?
Does my cascade of black droplets
make you fall to the ground?
When I open my mouth and close it
does that annoy you?
When I swing my hips to bachata
do you wrinkle your nose?
May I turn my cheek to you
for a slap.
One, two, three...One, two, three
the walk of my steps thunder the road
One, two, three...One, two, three
turn your right cheek please.
One, two, three, one, two, three
I'm close.
What most graceful thing
would that be, if not
the harsh accent of my voice.
Please! I say to ladies, not
women like me.
My foot is in, the world is out.
My face is gleamed; you can't see
no more.
Please I said don't turn
your righ cheek
women.
Here we go, hold my hand and
let the honey of our skin shine
glistening to the macaamias.
Please women don't turn your
right cheek.
Just as Jesus once did.
We together is the soul
to this earthly worthly earh.
I don't use the moccasins of any one
I am one and that is it.
You are one and you are true.
Does my mystery obscure you?
Does my inner soul make you crawl
to a hole?
Does my inner soul make you crawl to a hole?
Does the look of my eagle eye
make you ashamed of who you are?
I don't mean no problems, I only
mean good troubles.
I don't mean for this honey lips
to stunned, but when it comes
to all this talking...
How many hives of bees rotate around my
inner shine.
Not even when I le them see insie
they can understand this mystery so great.
With one movemet of my arms
I can silence them all.