I met her one afternoon
With her guitar she hunted boleros
She was wearing jeans
And a little yellow rose in her hair

What are you going to do?
She asked me smiling
Whatever you want, I replied
We went to the sea and wet our dreams

I winked my eyes, and a dolphin
Painted a curled wave on her chest

Then I laughed
And we broke the ice, (and we broke the ice)
We bit our fingers, (we bit our fingers)
Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
That kisses me and stings me

That travels my back
And lies down in my beard
To study geography, -ía

You're like a trapeze artist
That crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers
Carries me and drops me
Losing count
Losing count
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

And I felt like crying
But only in my right eye
She talked about the moon and Chopin
And I played the prelude of a kiss

Then I laughed
And we broke the ice, (and we broke the ice)
We bit our fingers, (we bit our fingers)
Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
That kisses me and stings me

That travels my back
And lies down in my beard
To study geography, -ía

You're like a trapeze artist
That crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers
Carries me and drops me
Losing count
Losing count
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

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