![]() Introduction: Riñen a menudo los amantes, por el gusto de hacer las paces. "Smooth" (feat. Rob Thomas) Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My muñequita, My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason The step in my groove, yeah. And if you said, "This life ain't good enough." I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Because you're so smooth And it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth, yeah. Gimme your heart, make it real Or else forget about it Well, I'll tell you one thing If you would leave it'd be a crying shame In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out Well I'm from the barrio, You hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow Turning you 'round and 'round And if you said, "This life ain't good enough." I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Because you're so smooth And it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth, yeah. Gimme your heart, make it real Or else forget about it And it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth, yeah. Gimme your heart, make it real Or else forget about it Or else forget about it Or else forget about it Oh, let's don't forget about it (Gimme your heart, make it real) Let's don't forget about it Let's don't forget about it Let's don't forget about it Let's don't forget about it Let's don't forget about it Sugar do you dare? return my love... Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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