You may drive a limousine,
Cut the garden flowers.
Even change the Sun,
Hide if you don't want to seek me.
Or you may see the sun rising,
With caviar from a hotel room,
And have no love to share.
Walking from the bed to the lounge.
Feel the enclosure?
Walking from the bed to the lounge.
Feel the enclosure?
You may jump from a springboard,
Break a record in blades,
You may set a goal,
Take a man to Heaven...
And have no love to share.
"Yendo de la cama al living", Charly García.
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