Sufre Ladron
Armando Marcelo
Thief Suffers
I'm crying in my room
Everything clouds around me
She left with a rich boy
In a white Ford Fiesta they came in
I see them pass by the park
If they kiss, I'll kill him
I'll avenge that impostor
I'll fill his neck
With itching, itching powder
Thief suffers
Return my girl to me
Or you'll writhe in itching, itching powder
You have a car, I don't, but I'll get back at you
I've burned his Mercedes
He's bought five or six
I'm going to wreck his car
I have it prepared, I'll laugh tonight
They won't laugh at me anymore
I'm sorry, baby, you're going to die
You took away what I wanted the most
And she'll come back to me
And she'll come back someday
Thief suffers
Return my girl to me
Or you'll writhe in itching, itching powder
