en tus manos yo caí, tienes control sobre mi
Tu cuerpo es la cárcel y yo un prisionero
Y jamás quiero salir, condenado y soy feliz.
Try to keep my balance but i still fall
But how I fell so hard
right into your arms
wrapped inside you baby and it’s so warm
You'll hear a lot of people saying that dancing is essentially a simulation of sex. I can sort of see the point, there's grinding, sweating and groping involved. But I've never felt like it, to be honest. It's always been too playful, too self-conscious for me to consider this as...