Botella (feat. Crissin)

A bottle to forget that jerk
Who only brought you pain
So now feelings are locked away
She got wilder in private, at parties with her friends in the neighborhood
She hooked up with someone who loves but hates love

A bottle to forget the heartache
Her nights are better
Without any jerk
Controlling her life
And now she’s got a bottle to forget at night
She’s not putting her heart in it
Now she carries condoms

She doesn’t feel bad if she goes out with her friends to sin
Drunk at the table, they get up to dance
Smoke mouth to mouth, their clothes are getting in the way
And if they drink too much, they know how to handle it

A night of mischief like Hector in Bad Boy
If she doesn’t want a man, she’s got a toy for that
She wants variety in her pleasures
Now she even likes women

Kisses taste like alcohol
Cheers to a bad love
Until the sun comes up
She never loses control
Since no one messes with her
She’s doing better

A bottle to forget the heartache
Her nights are better
Without any jerk controlling her life
And now she’s got a bottle to forget
All her sorrows dancing
She fixes everything with drinking

They say she’s not the same
Her face changed, her charm
There was a turning point, a shift
She became like a prism, multifaceted
For love stuff, she turned diabetic
And now

She’s not the same as before, her heart hurts
The night shelters her, drinking alcohol
She doesn’t like thugs anymore, prefers to be alone
She found her other half
A bottle of cognac