Corazón Blanco

I like you 'cause you hold me tight when I cry watching movies
'Cause when I get drunk, you pull my hair
So I can throw up
If I cry for two nights, on the third you come and I won’t cry anymore
You let me cut your hair
Even though you know I always mess it up
You’re happy for all the good things that happen to me
And you say the bad stuff will pass
You love me beyond this, and I love you for what’s beyond
You treat my body like a temple
You take care of it like it’s made of glass
Even if I’m a mess
You always bend down to kiss me.