The truth hurts me I despair I can not talk to you
words of love, I'm not romantic, I'm just talking about
machine guns, perdition, I had to get sick
to express myself to
sing this love song, but if you kiss me something
I feel here inside detonating my heart your lips
They have gunpowder, your special style,
when you embrace me I defragment, by the way active a
feeling, & instantly an explosion inside because
you make me tremble forgive me again, the disease,
you got the anthrax virus & the corridos also
they love you too, you get sick & you roll up your sleeves & that makes me
love you more
when you give me a look, with the power of conviction,
those looks are more accurate than the R15 that bring the
men of the male tight, gusts of kisses shot me
they do not stop it, not even with armor, your nails are sharp,
dangerous more gloomy than the knife that the waving brings
your lips have gunpowder a special style
when you embrace me I defragment, by the way active a
feeling, & instantly an explosion inside, because
you make me tremble forgive me again, the disease,
you got the anthrax virus & the corridos also
they love you too, you get sick & you roll up your sleeves & that makes me
I love you more ..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)