Outro
Roberto Romero
No need to stress we'll fly and undress
You call me your man and hands on my chest
You say, highly unlikely but you love me to death
And I love you back too and I mean every breath
So I tell you these things like you are beautiful
In the mornings and night time sometimes we fall through
Argue about nonsense and to tell you truth
We might always be like this but I'm cool with that too