Anything you want, that you don't need La cocaina, las armas, or the weed Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo I am Capitan of my own ship
Wake up it's over again the day is getting colder head aches, my mind breaks kicked the covers on the floor downstairs they're laughing everybody
tonight Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight And there's nowhere in the world that I'd rather be Than here in my room dreaming about you and me Bridge
