I'm thinking of your skin, I'm thinking of your neck,
of your hips that wriggle.
I'm thinking of your loins, even of your knees.
What they think, I could not care less.
Me, I feel so good riding your bike, I feel like a gust of wind
When you're pedaling, Cuba is beautiful, like sixty years before.
I don't care if you make a fool of me
I don't care if you make a fool of me
I don't care, me, I believe you.
I'm thinking of your accent that makes me warm,
even when I get it all wrong.
I'm thinking of your smile
as the plane left without me yesterday.
I'm thinking of your hands on my back,
awkward but quite proud,
they managed to find the right words.
I don't care if you make a fool of me
I don't care if you make a fool of me
I don't care, me, I believe you.
I don't care if you don't give a damn
Men are the same cheaters everywhere.
I don't care, me, I'm staying there.