You think you’re in love

You think I’m the one

You’re so fond of yourself

You think you are always in control

All the nonsense you try to sell

Are useless abusive and impolite

A new kind of blasphemy

If you really think you can ask for more

Try saying: Por favor

 

You’ll get my attention when you say, Por Favor.

You’ll get the essential when you say, Por Favor.

I’ll walk out the door, and look back no more

Get on your knees and beg me please, por favor

 

You should walk out that door and come back no more

You can’t fix or restore all the cracks in our core

 

I think I’m in love

I think you’re the one

I don’t have to prove myself

I think I’m always in control

All the dreams I try to sell

Seem useless but show some promising light

A new kind of ecstasy

I know I can always ask for more without saying Por Favor

 

I’ll get your attention without the Por Favor

I’ll get the essential without the Por Favor

 I’ll walk out the door, and look back no more

Get on your knees and beg me please, por favor