Brunette of mine (Morena mía) - Miguel Bosé (Spain)

Brunette of mine,
I'm gonna count you up to ten.
One is the Sun that iluminates you.
Two your legs, that rule me.
We are three in your bed, three.

Brunette of mine,
the fourth/bedroom comes later.
Five are your continents.
Six the half chores
of my hot manners.
And I just keep counting, now.

Good, good, good, good, good, good.

Brunette of mine,
seven are the committed sins.
They sum eight with me.
Nine the ones I charge you...
I felt more than ten.

And on my part art is a leftover.
What you give me, give it to me,
give it to me good...
a little here and a little... to who?

When your mouth touch me,
it sets me, provokes me,
it bites me and wrecks me,
it's always not enough
and move yourself good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me cafe.

Agate brunette, it kills me,
kills me and kills me off.
Lets go to the hell
in case this is not eternal,
smooth and good, good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me cafe.

But when your mouth touch me,
it sets me, provokes me,
it bites me and wrecks me,
it's always not enough
and move yourself good, good, good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me...
ufff cafe.

Good, good, good, good, good, good.

Brunette of mine,
if this is not happiness,
lets God come down, so he can see
and even if he doesn't believe,
this is glory...
And on my part I put the art.
What you give me, give it to me,
and give it good,
a little like this
and a little... to who?

But when your mouth touch me,
it sets me and provokes me,
it bites me and wreck me,
it's always not enough
and move yourself good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me cafe.

Agate brunette, it kills me,
kills me and kills me off.
Lets go to the hell
in case it's not eternal
smooth and good, good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me cafe.

And is because when
your mouth touch me,
it sets me, provokes me,
it bites me and wreck me,
it's always not enough
and move yourself good, good, good,
cause nobody like you knows
how to prepare me...
ufff cafe.

Good, good, good, good, good, good...
Good, good, good,
Good, good, good, good, good, good... cafe...
Good, good, good, good, good, good... cafe...
Good, good, good, good, good, good... cafe...