El Opinador Compulsivo

Les dejo esta canción para el fin de semana, qué épocas aquellas. Éramos tan jóvenes. Al que me diga que no le gusta lo espero a la salida y le bajo los dientes de un soplamocos:

You’re not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don’t want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won't come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound

Got fire in your veins
Burnin hot but you don’t feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You can't stop until you do it again

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe you’re thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That’s why you call me in the middle of the night