Where should I start? Two worlds apart,
don’t know place you live, people there,
street, some parks.

Back in my brain, trying to explain
that I like your precious smile,
your different style, the words you say

In my thoughts, you come through in spanish,
speaking your language, I’m trying to get to you.
I wanna be sure this time that I have a perfect rhyme;
the words are so hard to find, to say you should be mine.

What’s your name? What should I call you?
Is someone who loves you, waiting at home?
Can I get your phone? I’m sorry, your number,
or should I just wonder and leave you alone?

Why these words? transfer in anguish,
speaking in Spanglish, trying to get to you.
I wanna be sure this time that I have a perfect rhyme;
the words are so hard to find, to say you should be mine.

I wanna be sure this time that I have a perfect rhyme;
the words are so hard to find, to say you should be mine.

I wanna be sure (yo te necesito negrita linda)
this time that I have a perfect rhyme
(al oido decirte cositas lindas)
the words are so hard to find, to say you should be mine.