Tenemos Que Abrirnos

For some time now I've been observing you
a strange mystery in your way of being.
If I'm running late, you're in a bad mood,
if I arrive late, you don't want to see me.
If I'm feeling happy and grab the guitar,
you stop me, I don't know why.
You make up ten names of random girls;
if you're missing saying I have a harem.

We have to open up, there's no other remedy,
it's a serious case, your way of loving.
We have to open up, in a friendly way,
it's not a decent life to argue and argue.
We have to open up, we're done
I'll pay you back for what you've put up with
with good memories, I'll say you're good,
that my sorrow is great, but that's life.

Sometimes, asleep, you dream out loud,
you say everything, you bite the mattress.
I give you a little rope, until you're a goat,
I gently wake you up with the belt.
If I ask for clothes, you act coy,
coming up with very bad ideas, maybe.
Wow! What a character! No one can stand you anymore,
if you have more twists than a tram line.