Salma Hayek

Quedate aqui,
en mis brazos,
quedate aqui,
para mi,

y no me digas que me amas,
no me digas que me adoras,
dime solo que te quedas,
una vida junto a mi,

llevame por alli,
llevame en tus anzias a un lugar,
donde ya no tenga que jurar,
donde ya no tenga que mentir,
donde solo exista para ti,

y no me preguntes si te quiero,
que no te preocupe lo que pienso,
que yo soy completamente tuya a mi manera,

pero a cambio quiero ser tu sueno,
yo no me conformo con tus besos,
quiero darte todo lo que siento y mas que eso.

Ay que bonito es volar A las dos de la ma?ana A las dos de la ma?ana Y ay que bonito es volar, ay mama Volar y dejarse caer En los brazos de tu hermana En los brazos de tu hermana Y hasta quisiera llorar Me agarra la bruja, Me lleva al cuartel, Me vuelve maceta, Me da de comer Me agarra la bruja, Me lleva al cerrito, Me sienta en sus piernas, Me da de besitos. Ay d?game ay d?game ay d?game usted Cuantas creaturitas se ha chupado usted? Ninguna, ninguna, ninguna no ve Que ando en pretensions de chuparme a usted Y ahora s? maldita bruja Ya te chupastes a mi hijo Ya te chupastes a mi hijo Y ahora s? maldita bruja Y ahora le vas a chupar Y a tu marido el ombligo Y a tu marido el ombligo Y ahora le vas a chupar Me agarra la bruja, Me lleva a su casa, Me vuelve maceta, Y una calabasa Me agarra la bruja, Me lleve al cerrito, Me sienta en sus piernas, Me da de besitos. Ay d?game ay d?game ay d?game usted Cuantas criaturitas se ha chupado usted? Ninguna, ninguna, ninguna no ve, Que ando en pretensiones de chuparme a usted

She s not a girl who misses much do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hobnail boots. Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime. A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust. I need a fix cause I m going down down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix cause I m going down Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah) Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot) Well don t you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do- oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Happiness is a warm gun ( bang bang shoot shoot ) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my arms (oh yes) When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes) Don't ya know that nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun, momma Happiness is a warm gun -Yes it is. Happiness is a warm, yes it is... Gun! Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)