You Don't Care

You’ve lost your magic, you’ve lost your breeze
And what you meant so much to me
You’ve lost your words, those pretty words
Everything you used to hide yourself
We know our mothers won’t be in our wedding day
But we don’t care
Never in Las Vegas, but in the old continent
I can figure you carrying an elegant suitcase
With a Swedish girl, a real blond hair girl
You’ll dance together with any music that the band plays
But you know I just dance Spanish folk, and only in I’m drunk
But you don’t care, you never cared
We both know you’re still my muse, though I’ll always hate the fact
That you don’t care…