Lucero. Tennessee. Into Your Eyes. Zeneszám

Well I'm not suppose to see you looking


Not suppose to stare straight into your eyes
I'm not supposed to kiss your lips


But you smiled so sweet
I can't resist those eyes

Well you say you might have eyes for me



I can only wish that you were mine


I'm not supposed to be here with you

But how can I leave




If you look at me with those eyes
Into your eyes