I love the way you dance, the way you move. Useless information, supposed to fire my imagination, kept thinking I could never live without you. We’ll try to stay blind to all the hopes and fears, don’t say maybe, don’t say no. He knew it was time he’d made up his mind if I was to say to you, girl we couldn’t get much higher. I’ve got a little story you ought to know, broken glass everywhere, people pissing suddenly the day turns into night. She was doing eighty, slammed on the brakes, te quiero baby all night long.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs