Don't ask me if I spent last night
At home, sleeping
Or why was my car
At the door of the bar of forgetting
Don't ask me if I was
partying with my friends
'cause my answers are bullets
for your damaged heart
But if you let me, tonight
I'll give you
all the kisses I owe you
I know I always say I'll start today
and then I never dare to
But if you let me, I'll sing some Bossanova for you
and I won't leave you alone, not even for a second
If you let yourself be carried away, like the sea carries the waves
to the rocks.
Don't ask me why my shirt smells of pachuli,
or what was that noise of women
you heard when you called my phone.
'Cause some drinks are bitter,
even if they're made with the best wine,
some are short, some others are long,
but they're all bad for you.