Damn boy, you got me thirsty over you. Mouth dry, lips chapped, I’m dreaming Of quenching waters and all I wanna do is swim deep in this thing Called lemonade where bittersweet elixirs sooth the soul like moist lips Touching, bodies merged in this dance while sugar stirs to the top, whirling Like Ochún in her yellow dress swirling to the drums, making all this Sharp-tongued bitterness submit to the queen bee called my heart. You got me.
