No Tienes Corazón

If you want, I want
I tell you the stories that you told me
If you want women!
I'll write you a list with names and beds
If you want, I still believe myself
That you were a saint, go on now
You have no forgiveness
Ow-ow-ow-ow

How shameless are you?
To enter my house?
How dare you call at night?
Let's see what's happening to me? What a joke!
How do you have such a long tongue and such a fake laugh?, hehehe
You have no heart, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you have no heart

And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths

You had very little respect and little care
You made me the clown in your private circus
You left a very big imbecile on my forehead painted
You have no forgiveness
Ow-ow-ow-ow

Now I understand the desire to travel
With your sister to Havana, eh?
Or those dinners with your colleagues
Once a week
And old friends and some cousins
That already have gray hair
You have no heart, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you have no heart

And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths

A coffee, look, to a cousin
Short coffee, long quijano

And you owe me a year and a half
You owe me a lot of blood
And your guilt is my remedy
May your duties be blessed

And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look at my face, you shameless thing
And dare to deny me, and tell me in the street (ay-ay-ay-ay)
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet (ay-ay-ay-ay)

If he doesn't love me, he doesn't love me
Nobody dies
This is the topic
What a dilemma
And Joaquín, what do you think?