The big night
We danced until midnight
With his ripped jeans
You held me by the waist
And led me

I was your boy
And you were my man
Living in a high school age
Jazz playing on the radio
But we didn't want to know that

That night I turned your boy
You turned my man
So many promises made at the foot of the ear
So many laughs and hugs
But his departure was more painful than a shot
When you took me by the waist and led me
It seemed like I was dreaming awake