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.