Y si ésta noche tuviese que cantarte algo...

Tomaría la guitarra llena de polvo y correría hasta tu balcón (porque en efecto tienes uno) y tocaría something...

Something in the way he moves
attracts me like no other lover
something in the way he woos me...
I don't wanna leave him now
you know I believe and how (tu ru ru run trun trun)
Something in his smile he knows
that I don't need no other lover
Something in his style that shows me
I don't wanna leave him now
you know I believe and how (tu ru ru run trun trun)
You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know... I don't know!

Y tendría entonces el privilegio de haber podido hacerte, una vez más, sonreir... :)