Cruda Moral

I admit it, I made love
Thinking it was you, my love
Thinking it was you, my love
Thinking it was you

Your friends caught me looking again
At a private table, reserved for three
One curly-haired girl, one with a French accent
And I was doing bad things only when you couldn't see me, babe

How can I deny it?
And the truth is, it’s hard for me to accept it
Love, I never meant to hurt your heart
But my buddies took me out for a drink
We ran into them, we headed to the club

After a drink, we ordered a bottle
And little by little, I started getting closer to her
The flesh is weak, baby, and even though I didn’t want to
I made you feel pain

I admit it, I made love
Thinking it was you, my love
I did it like you, my love
But she talked sweeter, moved slow

I admit it, I made love
Thinking it was you, my love
I did it like you, my love
Twelve calls on the phone, I didn’t even know how

I ended up here, love
But in the end, it was never you, my love
Harsh reality, but whatever, you got a player
That’s why I lost you, my love
Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

You knew I was a player
Knowing I can’t just have one girl
All your friends told you it was a serious problem
That love wasn’t there

It would be a lie if I told you
That the guy in the picture wasn’t me
But I’m a man, it’d be foolish
Not to admit all that

It’s true, last night I had a great time
I’m really weak if a hot girl talks to me
And on top of her, I snorted a little powder
If I’m being honest, of course I’d do it again

I admit it, I made love
Thinking it was you, my love
I did it like you, my love
But she talked sweeter, moved slow

I admit it, I made love
Thinking it was you, my love
I did it like you, my love
Twelve calls on the phone, I didn’t even know how

I ended up here, love
But in the end, it was never you, my love
Harsh reality, but whatever, you got a player
That’s why I lost you, my love
Oh-oh-oh