Don't tell me when something is beautiful and don't tell me how to talk to my friends. Just tell me the names of the stars in the sky, what's your favourite song, tell me the names of the lovers you had before I came along. Don't put your arms around me and don't hold me tight, 'cause I could get used to your vision of paradise. And don't ask me where all of the pain goes, 'cause you make me feel that I don't know myself. You say that you want me forever and I, I say that love is no crime, so tell me the names of the children we'll have, at the end of the line. Don't put your arms around me and don't hold me tight, 'cause I could get used to your vision of paradise. And don't let me near the garden, of earthly delights. 'Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise, of paradise, of paradise. Just use your heart not your head, while I fall apart in my bed, I find myself aching for you, I feel myself breaking in two. So don't tell me when I should come on home, there might be a time you don't want me around. So don't build your world around me, and don't hold me tight, 'cause I could get used to your vision of paradise. Paradise. Paradise. Paradise. Your vision of paradise. I could get used to.


Nunca me voy a acostumbrar a vos. Y eso, está copado. Eso, me gusta.