Unsure of what is this new feeling,
Making my body subjugated,
Changing the way i used to be thinking,
To you am i being addicted?
I would bring the world to your feet,
Or bring your feet to the world,
Beginning with the one of my thoughts,
Tought you might not want to see it,
I would like to know, would you be my queen?
But to realize that i’d need to be a king,
At least would you be my lover,
‘Till the life dont want us anymore to be together,
From the top of your soul,
To the end of your feet,
I will embrace you with love,
I will cover you with kisses,
‘Till JFK’s murder is solved.