El Calcetin
Astrid Hadad
The Sock
As if I were a sock, you step on me all day
on the floor you drag me around for your love
As if I were a sock, oh throw me away when I'm torn
because in matters of love, in matters of love there's no way to mend.
A sock, oh love, a sock, that's what I am to you
a sock, oh love, a sock
As if I were a sock, oh throw me away when I'm torn
because in matters of love, in matters of love there's no way to mend
As if I were a sock, you step on me all day
on the floor you drag me around for your love
As if I were a sock, oh throw me away when I'm torn
because in matters of love, in matters of love there's no way to mend.
A sock, oh love, oh that's what I am to you
oh little thing, mend my little hole, gently,
my thread, my needle, my pin, my little tomato, my fried egg, my little avocado, my little chicken breast, gently like that
