BYL (Borracha y Loca)

Saturday night, my love
I already know that story
I know you started drinking
That's why you're calling again

Like a week ago
You got me excited, and for what?
I just ask you that

If you're going out
Don't drink that whiskey on the rocks
You always end up calling me
Drunk and crazy

I ask you, if you're going out (yeah)
Don't drink that whiskey on the rocks
You always end up calling me
Drunk and crazy
I ask you, don't make me suffer

Yeah, if you go out, don't overdo it with alcohol
You always end up giving me a call
And last time you got me good
You disappeared when the sun came out

If you're going to drink
Give up the keys and the phone, I ask you
I swear it doesn't make sense
It hurts me what's fun for you

And I'm telling you straight
Don't overdo it with the Buchanan's
You'll regret it tomorrow, tomorrow

If you're going out (oh)
Don't drink that whiskey on the rocks
You always end up calling me
Drunk and crazy (eh)

I ask you, baby, if you're going out (no)
Don't drink that whiskey on the rocks
Because you'll lie to me again
To me, drunk and crazy
If you're drinking, don't call me

To me, to me
Oh, oh, oh
No, no, no, no, oh, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh