i hope you hate this song

y cuando el sol, se baja por me

Jo te mando muchos flores, sin hablar contigo

You say I'm perfect but I'm farthest from free

Id give you substance but I'm nothing without something to eat, oh

I say you're finer than the finest of wine

Won't give your hair away even if I bought it online

Getting robbed would be the death of you, your heart is all I have

When I'm writing on this note, to you

I feel it in my hand

I feel it in my hand

I feel it in my hand

I feel it in my hand

I feel you in my head