Description
A song is like that party you went to “just for an hour” and left in the morning with smeared lipstick, a new story, and crumbs from toast on your dress. Everything is just right: the street is on fire, the air is tight like a thong on the dance floor, he's confident and loud, she's the one who says “suelta el pelo” and “disco, please, no questions asked.” Relationship? Yes, there was one. Now they've taken the brakes off, put the track on repeat, and are spinning around until the night ends (or the taxi runs out of gas). This isn't about love. It's about chemistry that smells like Valentino and burns like Chapulín's eyes. And it's unlikely to last forever - but it's definitely hasta que amanezca.