MPHA... no tienes corazon

If you want, I'll tell the stories that you told me. If you want, I'll write a list with names and beds. If you want, I'll still believe that you were a saint. You don't deserve forgiveness.[/swf]

How you have the little shame to enter my house. How you have the courage to call at night to see what's happening to me. How you have a tongue so long and a laugh so fake, you don't have a heart.[/swf]

And look at me in the face
attracted to deny me
that you know as many beds
as stories to tell me.[/swf]

It's better not to give details, I prefer you to be quiet, that you avoid flirting with me and speaking sweet nothings.[/swf]

You had very little respect and little care. You made me the clown in your private circus. You left a big idiot painted on my face. You don't have forgiveness.[/swf]

Now I understand the longing to travel with your sister to Havana. Or those dinners with your colleagues once a week. And old friends and some other cousin who are already going gray. You don't have a heart.[/swf]

And look at me in the face
terrified of denying it
that you know as many beds
as stories to tell me.[/swf]

It's better not to give details. I prefer you stay silent. Avoid flirting with me and speaking the truth.[/swf]

And you owe me a year and a half. You owe me a lot of blood. And your fault is my remedy. Blessed be your debts![/swf]

And look me in the face
terrified of denying it
that you know as many beds
as stories to tell me.[/swf]

It's better not to give details. I prefer you stay quiet. Avoid flirting with me and telling the truth.[/swf]