For my Spanish lover

Spanish lisp lick my ear
and show me again why I'm here
I love your hair, your skin your eyes
I told you a couple of lies
you told me about your family
I gave in to lust on Sexta feira
because I'm as Brazilian as you
are single
but as body fluids mingle
I don't care for the truth
of words but for you to carry
on running your tongue
over my hip bone and thigh
the passion is sordid
making it darker and harder to leave
on top underneath, again and again
Madrid must be magical
"Si Si Si"
hold in a laugh.
I love the way you make me feel
Spanish, Portuguese English pillow talk
"Que" after every sentence
mmm cigarette smoke how continental
dirty habit like our sex
we drink espressos and lattes in the
sunlight you make me laugh
I make you shrug.
Will i see you again
um mais beijo ( que-beso- ahh)
tchau adios
you'll phone me you say
soon as the wife goes back.
it doesn't matter because you will always be
my Spanish lover.