I wanna hold your hand

No podía dejar de pedalear. Estaba feliz. Eufórico, mas que feliz. Compartir bicicleta con tu hermano hacia que el día que te tocaba tuviera la necesidad de recuperar con ansiedad el tiempo no disfrutado.  El ritmo frenético del pedaleo era inversamente proporcional a la necesidad de que el reloj no avanzara en su rápido devenir contando las horas y descontando la sensación esporádica de propiedad que duraba un día; solo un día.

                

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
I'll let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you'll understand
When I'll feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand