Both of us stretched out on a bed we never make.
There's something perfect between us.
You play with your fingers while talking a bit about me.
The perfume of life is there in the coffee.
And I caress your legs with my hands as if
they were playing one of Chopin's preludes.
Both of us sprawled on that bed that is so warm you can't
do anything else but getting undressed, and if you do
I get lost in your eyes while you say there is no
other man in your life but me.
And I caress your legs with my hands as if
they were playing one of Chopin's preludes.
And I caress your legs with my kisses and it seems like
we are immersed in paradise next to the angels.
Next to the angels.
And instead, it is you who's made a better man of me.
And instead, it is you who's made a better world for me.
Both of us stretched out on a bed we never make.
There's something perfect between us.
You play with your fingers while talking a bit about me.
The perfume of life is there in the coffee.
And I caress your legs with my hands as if
they were playing one of Chopin's preludes.
And I caress your legs with my kisses and it seems like
we are immersed in paradise next to the angels.
Next to the angels.
And instead, it is you who's made a better man of me.
And instead, it is you who's made a better world for me.