Son Todas Putas

(that's why I can't stop loving, doing what I can't)
Please let me talk to you, just five minutes an hour
I don't know, I just ask you to let me talk to you,
I know, I know you already know what I'm going to talk about,
Once again, always the same, you know, but let me
It's just five minutes, what's the harm, let me, let me.

No, please, please don't leave me, don't leave me, you don't understand me.
I'm not saying you don't understand me, no, I'm not saying,
I'm not trying to call you stupid or anything.

Let me tell you one more time please
That someday you'll see, you'll want
And I'll be with someone else, you get it.

No, what the hell, go to hell,
Who do you think you are, Queen Isabel, go to hell.

I just asked you for five minutes of your life
So you can listen again to the stupid tears
Of a crybaby like always.

But you know what, I'm sick of you, stick those five minutes
And your life clock up your ass,
And go to hell, dumbass,
In the end, we've been talking nonsense for like half an hour
And I still haven't told you what I wanted to say,
I don't even remember what I miss you and cry,
Some bullshit like that, but it's over, you know.

Who's that, there's no girl living here with that name.
Oh, sorry, well, if you say so,
Well, sorry, I already said sorry, now get out of here a bit
...go to hell.

Nobody understands me.
Well, they're all sluts.