You’re telling me that my red car is weird
I’m telling you that your taste is not good
And even I’m afraid to go with you
I like the way you cook

I think that the best travels are in my head
But the greatest ones are in your pants
You are not my type of girl
I just can say that I am a man

Sing me a song tonight
To forget that you are not her
Give me a glass of wine
To cry for the moments of the past

You are telling me that you will drive me to the sun
I am telling you that I don’t want it cause it burns
And perhaps we will never go
But it doesn’t matter cause you are hot

Sing me a song tonight
And make me feel that you care to be with me
Give me a glass of beer
And hold me to make me feel that I am here

She leaved me that night
And you are here tonight
Strange ways of destiny
But not sure the lucky ones

Sing me a song tonight
To forget that you are not her
Give me a glass of wine
To cry for the moments of the past