LEARN LYRICS

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 we soaked our dreams

I winked my eyes, and a dolphin

Painted a rippled wave on her chest

Then I laughed

And we broke the ice

We bit our fingers

Like a viola in a cello solo

You are like a little ant

That kisses me and stings me

That travels along my back

And lies down in my beard

To study geography

You are like a trapeze artist

That crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers

Lifts me and drops me

Losing count

Losing count

And I felt like crying

But only in my right eye

She talked about the moon and about Chopin

And I played the prelude of a kiss

Then I laughed

And we broke the ice

We bit our fingers

Like a viola in a cello solo

You are like a little ant

That kisses me and stings me

That travels along my back

And lies down in my beard

To study geography

You are like a trapeze artist

That crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers

Lifts me and drops me

Losing count

Losing count