La Vuelta

The song is like that party you went to ‘just for an hour’ and left in the early hours with smudged lipstick, a new story and crumbs from toast on your dress.

Everything is just right here: the street is on fire, the air is tense like a thong on the dance floor, he is confident and loud, she is the one who suéltate el pelo and ‘disco, please, no questions asked.’ Relationship? Yes, there was one. Now they've released the brakes, put the track on repeat and gone spinning until the night is over (or the taxi runs out of petrol).

This isn't about love. It's about chemistry that smells like Valentino and burns like Chapulin's eyes. And it's unlikely to be forever - but definitely hasta que amanezca.