Idioma Origen:
Don't tell me
My love's not the one that I want
That he's not the one that I need
I'd rather
find out for myself
You're the one
Who shakes at the touch of my hand
but can't decide where he should stand
If I was smart
I'd never call you, call you
ever again
Oh, in my ears
my blood is just roaring
when he's the only one I've ever wanted
I suppose that's just the way it is
Just to think this could be
The last time I hold you, hold you
ever again
Oh, I don't think I'll ever sleep till
morning
'cause he's the only one I've ever wanted
Oh, and in my ears
my blood is just roaring
'cause he's the only one I've ever wanted
I suppose that's just the way it is.
Idioma Destino:
Don't tell me
My love's not the one that I want
That he's not the one that I need
I'd rather
find out for myself
You're the one
Who shakes at the touch of my hand
but can't decide where he should stand
If I was smart
I'd never call you, call you
ever again
Oh, in my ears
my blood is just roaring
when he's the only one I've ever wanted
I suppose that's just the way it is
Just to think this could be
The last time I hold you, hold you
ever again
Oh, I don't think I'll ever sleep till
morning
'cause he's the only one I've ever wanted
Oh, and in my ears
my blood is just roaring
'cause he's the only one I've ever wanted
I suppose that's just the way it is.