Me Llamas

You call me
To tell me that you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore
That you're fed up
Of seeing him every day
Of sharing his bed
Of Sundays watching soccer
Stuck at home.
You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place
In another bed.

And you've painted on a red lipstick smile
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today
And you hit the streets
Looking for love.

You call me
To tell me he's cheating on you
That there's nothing left
Of your love
That he found another nest
That he left your home
That you're missing morning caresses.
You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place
In another bed.

And you've painted on a red lipstick smile
And you've painted on a red lipstick smile