Margalee - Iván Lyrics

Eating ice cream with Iván
The Spanish man
The married man
He had a wife, it was all right
I only made love with him
In my mind
In my mind...
He is the king of the sheets
And he sits on a throne
Made of pillows

Why...
Did I...
Do it?

Perusing art galleries with Iván
Pretending to be good citizens
Is fun
Especially when we share
A park bench in sun
And he comes my hair
Mother I swear
He kissed me first
I didn't want to help a cheater
Why's life so unfair?

Why? Why? Why?
Did I...
Do it?

My mother said "This life is cruel
A cosmic joke, just I wait"
One day I'll be the wife
Checking my phone
Staying up late
She said I'd better pray
No man is ever here to stay anyway
Except for Jesus
He's the Way

Why? Why? Why? Why?
Did I...
Do it?

But I am twenty-five
And I have all the time
And all the life inside
I'll find another king
Did you hear me Iván?
I am twenty-five
And I've got all the life inside
I'll find another king!
Did you hear me?