Idola... me ordena los pensamientos

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me... So now what, so now what?
I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
Wanting, needing, waiting... For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying... For you to justify my love
Yearning, burning... For you to justify my love
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me -- tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears... Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me,.. I wanna be your baby
Wanting, needing, waiting... For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying... For you to justify my love
I'm open and ready for you... to justify my love