Barcelona de Alfred Garcia

Delicious fruit can't reach my mouth
I want to eat but I just touch
I love to give you presents on Tuesday night
I love the way of your hair on morning's light

I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
I want to meet you on the streets
I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
Singing in Plaza for me

Hold my hand, take me out
Put your lips on my mouth
Just your smile when things go right
Just your eyes to my eyes

I love to give you presents on Tuesday night
I love the way of your hair on the morning's light

I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
I want to meet you on the streets
I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
Singing in Plaza for me
I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
I want to meet you on the streets
I want to meet you on the streets of Barcelona
Singing in Plaza for me