[Flor de Toloache:]
I'd like to be the song that cheers you up
I'd like to be the curl in your hair
I'd like to be your seventh sense
I'd like to be your belly button's dream
Oh, oh
I'd like, oh oh, oh oh
I'd like
[Flor de Toloache and Cultura Profetica:]
I'd like for you to talk to me when you're quiet
Or at least be the lump in your throat
I'd like to be the chair that holds you up
Your trash can of hidden kisses
And light up the dawn (light up the dawn)
And knead the night
And leave with you
Disguised as the horizon
[Flor de Toloache:]
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like
I'd like, I'd like
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom)
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
[John Legend and Flor de Toloache:]
I'd like to be the juice of your eyes
The calcium that your vitamins give you
Your path when you cross the mist
And the umbilical cord of your shoes
And to count on you and turn the streets
And plant guavas
And dream about a thousand details
Reveal your eyes
Celebrate your name
And leave with you disguised as the horizon
[Flor de Toloache, John Legend, and Cultura Profetica]
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like
I'd like, and so many other things I'd like, I'd like
Oh, I'd like, I'd like
Whoa, oh, I'd like
Ooh, ooh, I'd like