-To Cauca? -Mm-hmm.
-They left this morning. -What for?
Mm, well, they both wanted to go.
Eva's working on something about Indigenous oral tradition, and…
and Pabón was interested because of his theater thing.
-He thought it'd be smart to go. -Don't you do schoolwork together?
This one's a little different. It's a free essay. Choose your subject.
Oh. What subject did you choose?
Mm. It's about identity.
Oh, identity. Well, that could be interesting.
-You don't know who you are? Are you lost? -Oh, come on, Dad. No.
So I'm gonna write about… Or, well, I want to.
I want to interview a Colombian wrestler
who has never taken off his mask in public.
-He calls himself "The Colombian Leopard." -Mm!
-Do you know him? Good? -Of course.
You know, after football, my real passion at your age was wrestling.
-Oh, really? -Yeah. But I had to stop going to matches.
-Your mom didn't approve. -No. Too much violence.
I was a big fan of this guy, the Tiger of Colombia.
He was good. And that Leopard, he was pretty great. Really crafty.
Oh, wow. All right. Very interesting. I'll let you know if I need help.
Sure, son. I'd be happy to help however I can.
-Thanks. -Hey, so Eva and Pabón…
…they're not riding a motorcycle to Cauca, are they?
-Oh, wow. -Yeah, they did. Why?
I don't like it. Super dangerous.
Have you seen how people drive on the roads here?
Hmm.
I have to admit that my mom's words reminded me a lot
of what Luisa said.
After that, I started to feel a creeping sense of anxiety that would stick with me
for the short time I was separated from Eva.
We took that motorcycle all the way to the coast…
-Mm. -…out to Cartagena.
-That trip was incredible. -Who'd you go with, by the way?
-I went with Alfredo. -No.
-Yes. -No way.
-I went with Alfredo. -Oh no.
Yeah. Thing is, we'd both just made a huge mistake.
The only thing we could think to do was head to the coast on a motorcycle
and hide out with some friends.
What happened?
-They found us. -Mm!
And they took us right to Bogotá.
As a punishment, my dad decided it was a good idea
to send me to José María.
That's how I found you guys. Then I was happier than ever.
It's sort of incredible how
our parents' greatest mistakes end up doing us a favor.
Like when my dad found out about me, a similar thing happened, actually.
A sense of freedom.
I just felt… liberated when he left.
And did you ever hear from him again?
My mom told me he's living with another woman in a small town.
And that small town is near here.
So the other reason
I wanted to come out here was so I would
be able to face him, and be honest,
and say everything I wanted to back when he was around.
EVA LASTING
"THE THEATRE AND ITS DOUBLE" "EPISODE 6"
Coming.
Dad?
Yeah, all right. Hang on. I'm coming, man.
What's up? Hi, son.
-Hey. -So I was doing some research.
What I heard is,
the guy hangs out at a bar downtown called The Red Lightbulb.
-Got that? -What? I don't understand.
-Who… who are you talking about? -Come on. You know who.
The Leopard.
-The Colombian Leopard? -Yeah!
-You got info? -I'm a cab driver.
I have the soul of an investigator.
-You know what my contact said? -What?
That the Leopard is going through a bit of a rough patch.
-Oh, why? -Don't know.
But my contact says the Leopard goes to the bar,
sits down at the counter, won't talk to anyone,
gets hammered alone, then heads out.
Oh, my contact said he was known for being a very friendly person,
which has to mean he's going through something.
-Okay, so what… -So I've got good news and bad news.
The good, we know where he's going. The bad, no one knows when.
-What do we do? Hmm? -Well, I don't know. I guess--
What do you mean, you guess? Hey, you know the saying.
"If you want something in life, you have to…"
-Uh… go find it at the bar, I guess? -Exactly!
So let's go to The Red Lightbulb.
-The Red Lightbulb? Right now? -Yes!
And you're going with me?
-Of course. Let's go. -All right, then.
-My purse. I've been robbed. I… -Your what?
-They took the purse. -The purse is right here.
-Oh, okay. -Shoot. The keys.
Why are you so quiet, son?
I don't know.
Worried about Eva, because of what mom said earlier.
The driving and motorcycles being so dangerous.
Don't lose sleep over it. Mom can get really paranoid.
-I know. -Mm-hmm.
Guess I should have gone, right? Well…
Why didn't you?
I'm a moron.
I mean, I wanted her to invite me, to say something, but… pff!
-Mm-hmm? -No.
Want my opinion, son?
-No, well-- -No, it's fine that you let her go.
Spend all your time together, you'll think of her like gum.
She'll start to lose flavor.
After a while, you'll be looking for a way to get rid of her.
No, you have to go off and do your own things
so you can come home and keep it fresh.
You'll have all these new stories.
Take me, for instance.
Thanks to the taxi, I've spent like… like 20 years with your mom,
'cause… I experience new stuff every day that I can share with her.
-Mm. -That's why we're still together.
-Mm. -Well, that and because…
I let your mom have space. I had to learn that the hard way.
She had to live her own life so she could come home
and, hopefully, share those experiences and strengthen our connection.
The thing that really kills couples, Camilo, is silence.
When there's no conversation, no exchange.
Hmm?
What my dad said in the car made me think.
And although it didn't make my concern for Eva disappear,
it did free me from guilt.
And allowing her that freedom felt like an act of love.
No problem.
At The Red Lightbulb, we didn't find The Leopard,
but we did find out some information that brought us closer to him.
Sorry.
In the '80s, making a movie in Colombia was tough.
You had to be scrappy and resourceful.
But there were stubborn people with strong visions,
like Lisandro Duque and Ramiro Meléndez,
who put their faith in stories about athletes.
The first one was called The Bicycle Racer.
It was about a cyclist.
The second was a boxing movie called The Last Round.
Turned out, there was a third film about a wrestler, The Leopard,
which we learned about at The Red Lightbulb.
So someone told you The Leopard just jumped ship
in the middle of shooting the movie?
Well, yeah, I guess that's the rumor.
-Well, that's all it is. -Mm.
-So he didn't quit? -No, course not. He wouldn't do that.
The Leopard had a reputation for being serious and very responsible.
-So what happened? -Well, the movie was shut down.
Oh, really? Why?
We ran out of money.
We tried, but we just couldn't convince any investors
to throw more cash at the project.
It was a bummer.
Fact is, The Leopard's not really what he used to be.
Everyone's forgetting about him now.
Don't worry. We won't.
Any idea where he might be right now?
Well, the man's always been very predictable.
Huh.
I already found out where he spends his time.
Let's see. Ten. Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Man, where was that hiding?
Oh, damn, that's good stuff. See? The drunker I get, the better I play.
Maybe I should give the young guy a chance, though.
How are you doing there, Henry?
Afternoon, guys.
-How's it going? -What's going on?
Hey, so why'd you come by, huh?
I've been looking for you.
You're not gonna introduce me to your buddies?
This is my son. Uh… he's my oldest.
Uh… and his girlfriend.
-Nice to meet you. -No! Oh my God, no.
Eva's not my girlfriend. Did you forget that your son's a big faggot?
Remember? I love men.
-Boy, do I. -Oh, brother. Kids these days, right?
-Come on. Let's have a talk. -No, don't worry.
-I don't wanna take up your time. -I'm happy to--
No, look. I came here to say thanks, Dad.
Your son is here… to say "thanks a lot."
Because you made me realize that I don't wanna repeat the patterns
of a guy as backward and emotionally underdeveloped as you.
And your humiliations,
abuse, and all the bullshit you put us through
was necessary to form my true identity.
Of course, now, fortunately,
I have people that love me.
And that love is boundless.
I can be completely and totally myself, as gay as I am.
By the way, I'm also here to say
I forgive you, Dad.
And I hope that, at some point,
you fill up your empty heart with love and find a new direction for your life.
I really hope that.
Come on.
Enjoy your game, you guys. Have a good day.
-Thank you. -Take it easy.
-You too. -Enjoy.
How do you feel?
Pretty good.
Fine. Fine.
I feel… lighter.
It took me a long time to…
to find the courage to be able to… to move on
and completely erase him from my life.
And now that I said… my truth, right to his face, I feel really…
-…healed. -Mm-hmm.
That's the healing power of voicing your feelings.
When you… you express your emotional issues by verbalizing them,
you feel better.
That's the principle behind everything,
from Catholic confession to psychoanalysis.
Sounds pretty similar to theater too.
Yeah. That's right.
I'm really happy for you, Gustavo.
Thanks.
I would give anything in the world to be… to be able to tell my mom
some of the stuff I kept to myself as a kid.
Hmm.
Thank you so much.
Of course. That's what friends are for.
-No. -No?
No.
You're definitely not my friend, Eva.
You're my family.
-Love you to the moon and back. -You too.
Thanks for being here for me.
Mm.
Wanna go?
Yep, let's do it.
But we should make our way to a phone so we can tell everyone we're okay.
Sounds good.
They had no information?
Yes. Yeah, yeah. No, I… I understand. Yeah, right.
We have to be on the lookout. They might call us back.
Okay, sounds good.
All right. Thanks. I'll speak to you later.
-Dad. -Appreciate it, honey.
No, no, no, really. Thank you very much. Take care.
-Poor thing. She's got a lot of problems. -Yeah, I bet.
Yeah. What'd they say, son?
They told me to call the 364. It's all right.
See? What'd I tell you, huh?
-How about we have a few drinks? -No.
What if The Leopard shows up here later and can't find us? Huh?
-But Eva said she'd call tonight. -A couple of beers. We deserve them.
Fine. I'll buy you a drink.
'Cause I feel sorry for you. You're stuck in the cab eight hours a day.
-Hello there. What can I get you? -Two cold ones, my friend.
Coming right up.
-You don't have to work later, right? -No. God, no. Don't worry about that.
Can I confess something to calm you down?
I feel guilty for not helping you with your homework
when you were in elementary school.
-You didn't help in high school. -That was always up to your mother.
-Remember that? -Yeah, I remember. Of course.
I was a bad student. I wasn't built for it. I hated books.
I've always been a man of action, you know?
With this university thing,
I feel like I'm paying a debt I owe to myself and to you.
-So, Camilo, salud! -Salud!
-To the opportunities that life gives us. -Thanks, Pop.
-Whoo! -Whoo! Whoo!
Oh my God.
This is incredible.
I was only five years old or so.
But, well…
I remember everything so clearly that it actually kind of freaks me out.
Mm.
My mom had just returned home, 'cause some guy, um…
well, he left her on her own.
And my prick of a father only let her come home so he could humiliate her.
Because she wanted to be with me,
she put up with the situation for a few days.
She tried to go back to being a painter again.
She really loved it.
She was very good too.
But… then, one morning, she came into my room.
She was crying.
She kissed me on my forehead
and left me with a new book.
It was a book about Frida's paintings.
Then I looked out the window in my room,
and I… saw her leaving the house with all her bags.
Next day, I found out…
I found out that she was dead. My mother had shot herself in the head.
They didn't even take me to the cemetery, so I never got a chance to say goodbye.
I mean, my dad was determined to convince me I never had a mom,
but… …it was useless.
Because, um…
because there isn't a day I stop thinking about her.
And what is it you wanna share with her?
My heart.
Relieved of my worries about Eva,
thanks to the call they had made to the 364,
I knew I couldn't give up further exploring the subject of my essay.
I was going to leave no stone unturned.
So he hasn't been back here since then?
Well, no. No one's seen him around.
They had to take him off the posters advertising the fights this month.
So they're not putting him in matches? But the guy's a big name, right?
Well, now we've got a handful of up-and-comers.
These two are popular.
And people pay good money to see these guys.
And that's what The Leopard doesn't understand.
I heard that they offered him a hell of a pretty penny
for a… an exhibition.
Mask versus mask, you know?
But on the condition that, if the Leopard lost,
he'd take off his mask in front of the audience.
-He didn't want to? -I mean, look, the guy's brave.
-He's not stupid. He wouldn't do it. -Know where we can find him these days?
No, but I've heard that he's always spending time at this bar.
The Red Lightbulb. He's a big beer drinker, apparently.
-Got it. -Okay, well, thanks. Thank you very much.
That's it? I was hoping for a little reward.
-Uh, thank you very much. -It's all right, son.
Don't worry. We're in the ballpark. That was good progress.
-No one knows where the guy's gonna be. -We left breadcrumbs.
He knows we're looking for him.
-And? -And what?
With someone like The Leopard, it's better not to go looking for him.
You want him to look for you.
Back at The Lightbulb, I decided to plant a little lie.
I said you're a very prominent reporter.
-What? No. -You're on your way.
You'll be famous. I got ahead of myself.
I said you were looking to put him on some kind of TV show.
If these people are right about The Leopard being desperate,
he'll take the bait right away.
-Well, let's get back to the bar, then. -Yeah.
Remember, "More flies are caught with honey…"
-"…than vinegar." -Than vinegar. Right.
Let's go.
Hey. Thank you.
-What can I get you? -Two cold ones. Thanks.
You got it.
Oh, a guy left this earlier.
For me? A guy?
Yeah, he came in a while ago.
He said to give this to the man asking about The Leopard.
Yesterday, you told me a journalist was looking for him.
Maybe that's who it's for.
Hello?
I don't know about this. Dad, there's no one here.
-Maybe… maybe we should go. -Uh, Leopard?
-I can't see a thing. -Hello, sir?
-Let's go. It's empty. -Where are you?
Come on. I'm done, Dad. Let's get outta here!
Here I am.
What do you want from me?
No, you look way too young
to be one of the most prominent reporters in Colombia.
So, no.
But, uh… uh, Mr. Leopard, trust me, sir, he will be, one day.
You know, I've broken peoples' necks and severed their spinal columns
for much less than this.
No, but… Look, no.
No, you… you don't have to… I'm sorry. I can explain.
The thing is, I study literature, okay?
And… and for this writing assignment, I had to pick a character and a topic.
And I chose you, and…
and for the topic I picked… identity.
Because of the… the mask. Yeah.
For context, Mr. Leopard, he's number one in his class.
He's the best.
So you guys have been looking for me like a couple of lunatics
just for a college assignment?
-Yes. Yeah. -No.
-No? -Yes.
Pretty much. More or less. I also work for a newspaper.
-I do the literary periodical. -Right.
So apart from the essay,
I was hoping to put together a nice piece for the paper.
They might publish it, Mr. Leopard.
Or "Don Leopard."
Or "His Leopardship"?
-Or "Leo"? -Or "Pardo"?
-Or-- -No, no.
Uh, well, "Leopard" is… That's fine.
I started when I was very young, back in the mid '40s.
Those were the days.
I was raw, at first.
But I realized, over time, that lots of folks liked my style a lot,
so I became more… technical.
And that's how I won everything a wrestler can win.
You've never taken off your mask. Is that right?
Yes, that's right. Uh… never.
Like the famous El Santo. I will never remove this.
-Neither will anyone else. -That's what I told him. Right?
-And why exactly? -What do you mean?
-He won't do it-- -Dad, let him answer.
Go ahead, Leopard.
It's pretty obvious, right?
Because, now, I wanna keep things low-key in my life.
The fame and… all the adoring fans can be great,
but…
they bring… serious problems sometimes.
And it's a shame.
It's a shame that television has disregarded wrestling.
At the moment, there's nowhere to find
the tremendous matches that I was part of over the years.
-I took on the Tiger of Colombia… -Yes.
-…The Silver Fox… -Of course.
…the Ecuadorian Banshee.
All of those were brilliant matches! Spectacular!
I can attest to that. It's true.
And now…
…those thrilling fights only live on
in the recollections of those who were actually there.
Mm-hmm.
But, like all memories, in time, they slowly start to lose clarity
and fade away
until they disappear.
You thought about retirement? It might be a good time for it.
Yeah.
I've thought about it a lot, actually. Plenty of times.
-You're still in one piece. -Yeah, that's true.
-Right. -Still intact.
In fact, I feel like I have so much to give.
I may be old, but I feel young.
I guarantee, if you put me in this ring,
I'll be able to take down any opponent you think of.
That's right. That's the attitude.
Well, one source suggested that… that you disappeared
because you didn't wanna face a young wrestler, some 20-year-old kid.
That's what they said?
-Yeah. -No.
That asshole learned everything he knows from me.
I could beat him in my sleep.
All right, so why not accept the match, then,
and show everybody that you're still a winner?
'Cause they wanna give that little shit top billing over me. Come on.
Over me! You're looking at a legend. I've been doing this over 25 years.
That's completely… That's so unfair. So unfair.
I'll tell you what.
If I let them use my name that way, "Leopard," but in the second spot,
I'll be opening up the door for them to program me in fights
that aren't even the main event.
And that'll make it much harder
to return to my glory days when I was on top.
You know what's ironic is I spent my life
facing all kinds of wrestlers, and, no matter the odds, I always won out.
-Hmm. -But now I don't know what to do.
'Cause I'm facing a whole new enemy which is silent… invisible.
It's called "obscurity."
You're afraid?
Well, becoming obscure is like dying while you're still alive.
My dream was to pass away
and let the reputation of The Leopard survive forever.
And that… is my passport to immortality.
And why's it important to achieve immortality?
'Cause that's how you defeat death. It's the only way you can.
I have to win. I have to defeat it. I'm a fighter. That's what I do.
It was hard to see that idol of the '60s and '70s
one step away from depression and irrelevance.
Would you show us…
He embodied the downfall of celebrity, the twilight of the gods.
His life was irrefutable proof
that fame is as fleeting and circumstantial as vapor,
and that, when it abandons its vessel, all that's left is an unfillable void.
It also happened to exemplify Nietzsche's idea about loneliness
as a punishment for those who move away from the masses in search of immortality.
And while The Leopard was telling me his story,
Eva and Pabón were invited to the ceremony
which had brought them to Cauca to begin with.
After a long journey, it seemed everything was falling into place,
and they were about to experience revelations
that would open their minds forever.
You're here already.
-Why did you come? -To look for Master Artaud.
What for?
There are a lot of things he wrote that I don't understand.
What is written is written, and it has no explanation.
The only thing that is understood is the incomprehensible.
Like you.
You are looking for the truth in the wrong place.
The truth is in the fire,
in your hands.
Look at the night.
Look at the fire.
Look at your reflection in the water.
There, you will find what you need.
Kindness and cruelty.
Cruelty sometimes tells the truth.
You told the truth and killed your father.
Running away is weak.
Running away is for cowards,
and your world needs brave visionaries to change it.
And he lost the son he thought you were.
But the kindness is that the one you really are,
the one who exists, was born.
You see?
The truth is cruel.
Cry. That's it. Cry.
Then you will laugh.
That's what theater, your theater is like.
Search! Search!
Theater is in kindness and cruelty.
Eva?
Mama?
Do you like it?
Yes. It looks like one of Frida's paintings.
I painted it because I know you're doing a project about her at school, honey.
It's called Frida Waiting for Diego.
I never liked him.
You know that man didn't respect her.
Diego was sleeping with her sister behind her back.
Well, at his core… he was an artist.
Did that entitle him to abuse her?
It was a two-way street.
Remember, Frida wasn't exactly a saint.
There are the stories about her with Chavela, with Trotsky, with Muray,
with Lamba, and lots of other famous men who passed through her bed.
They never believed in exclusivity like a traditional couple.
They were above bourgeois morality.
Her story with Diego produced her finest work.
All that intensity and passion and pain.
What about you?
I mean, why did you marry a man like my father?
And why did you have a daughter with him?
Because, um…
I needed a source of meaning in my life outside of my own ambitions.
Eventually, that desire became very urgent.
And that urgent desire needed a father.
You were like a…
a wonderful dream that happened to come true.
And for the little time I got to hold you, I was so happy.
Oh.
A wonderful dream becoming a reality.
I think you're going to be born, Eva.
You wanted a goal other than yourself.
But… why did Frida insist on being a mother after two abortions?
Probably because painting was no longer enough.
And she wanted to win at least one battle
against her own destroyed and defeated body.
And so she tried.
Tried to bring a life into the world.
She wanted a living, breathing work of art.
And she wanted to conceive it with the man who was her soulmate.
Maybe…
maybe someday you'll find a reason
to be a mother.
Aren't you the most beautiful thing in the world?
I was pregnant before, you know.
I know that.
But…
I didn't want to have the baby.
I didn't feel prepared to be a mother.
Not to mention that you had no reason to be one either.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder if needing a reason is a bad excuse.
I overthink everything. It's exhausting.
Well, it's true. Sometimes your impulse is good.
But if you're making the choice to be a new mother,
you better have a reason.
Why?
Because I felt worn out.
And my reason to live just vanished.
Wasn't I reason enough?
I was the meaning that you had been waiting for.
It doesn't work like that.
You were my joy.
And because of you, because you made me so happy,
I had to put this off for as long as I possibly could.
But now I'm dry, and even my heart's completely empty.
And I don't want you to have to carry the weight of my despair.
Didn't you know that I would miss you?
That not having you would make my life harder?
I thought about that all the time.
But it's better that you suffered a single blow
than to have to witness a slow decline into pain and agony.
I grew up feeling so lonely.
There was a big hole inside me I couldn't fill.
But you won that battle, Eva.
Look at you.
You're an incredible woman.
Beautiful. Self-possessed.
It's paradoxical, because you would make a great mom.
I admire you so much, honey.
You too.
It's time, sweetheart.
Go in peace.
Don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise.
Don't forget me, Eva.
Never.
It was an intense day for everyone.
A pivotal time that stirred deep things in us
and, somehow, changed our perspectives.
In the desert You can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one For to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a riverbed
And the story it told
Of a river that flowed…
-How are you doing? -Hey.
…to think it was dead
You see, I've been through the desert On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert You can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one For to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la…
Wow. Incredible.
Yeah.
Seeing Gustavo talk to his dad stirred up a few memories.
I guess it was…
I mean, just the fact that he confronted him made me…
It brought up baggage about my mom I didn't know I had.
-Mm. -And then, while I was tripping…
I talked to her.
Mm. And?
How was it?
It was weird.
But… it was incredible.
We spoke about the things that… we couldn't have talked about before.
It put things in perspective, and I think it filled up the void.
Hmm.
And how are you feeling?
Fine.
At least for now.
It was really hard.
But it was very powerful too.
Like I appreciated her woman-to-woman,
if that makes sense.
Mm-hmm.
So what are you gonna do for the essay?
Well, so this is gonna sound pretty weird,
but, um, I talked to my mom, and… I don't know.
I feel I know more about the real Frida than I ever did before, and…
and she knew I was writing the essay too.
It's like she was helping me with my homework.
Mm.
This might sound kinda weird too, but…
I got a bunch of help from my dad on the essay.
-Guess both our parents pitched in. Yeah. -Really?
He was the one who found all this information that I didn't have.
Plus, he, um… he's the reason we actually met The Leopard.
I… I mean, he helped me track him down.
He even helped me with the camera.
It wouldn't have happened without him.
We talked all night, and I came away with two important truths.
First, that my dad was right.
Only by feeding our own lives can we renew love with those around us.
It's how you learn to approach your partner
with a sense of wonder and curiosity.
And second, that something had shifted inside Eva.
Her initial goal of studying Frida Kahlo had led her somewhere else.
There was something under the surface, a certainty in her that had been shaken.
But I didn't wanna ruin that wonderful moment
with an indiscreet question.
Later that same night, I sat down and wrote the essay.
"I began this assignment with the intention
to explore the nature of identity by researching The Colombian Leopard."
"But what I found was that not every aspect of personhood
can be understood through observation."
"Forming an identity involves introspection."
"A journey outward implies a journey inward."
"And when we embark on that journey inward,
we know exactly where we're starting from,
but not necessarily where we're gonna end up."
"Perhaps the best we can hope for in any self-exploration
is to set out looking for what we want
and then deviate from the route we expected to travel."
"Only by embracing the unexpected path
will we end up finding what we need."
There was one thing that left me unsettled.
Something that I didn't feel was clear from what Eva had told me.
Something that would soon have consequences I could never have imagined,
that would prove to be a turning point in our lives.
I come near her
I just lose my nerve As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
EVA LASTING
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days Since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up
Getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolved to call her up
A thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me
In some old-fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
On and on and on
And every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing, every little thing
Every little, every little
Every little Every little thing she does…