Who told you that I was hurt
dead and undone inside
tell me what gossip
Mitotero came to you with that story.
I do not suffer, I do not cry
I do not drink because you left
I have not taken a glass
not a tear I cried
I do not even remember that you exist.
I do not like how you sing
Do not you dare to bring me serenade
much less a song of those ugly
because nothing fails you.
Your lies are wounds
and I swear I'll cure them with saliva
do not you dare to set foot in my house
not to touch my idiot door or I break your godmother.
I do not love you anymore
there are other kisses richer of better category
other exquisite kisses
I do not love you anymore
If I see you, I do not even remember
I do not live in the cantinas as you were told.
And your fleas do not jump on my backpack
touch me the avocados
and then the swallows
and finally the chancla to dedicate catrina.
I do not love you anymore
there are other kisses richer of better category
other exquisite kisses
I do not love you anymore
If I see you, I do not even remember
I do not live in the cantinas as you were told.
And your fleas do not jump on my backpack
touch me the avocados
and then the swallows
and finally the chancla to dedicate catrina.
Who told you that I was hurt
dead and undone inside.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)