Las Manos En El Fuego

For him, I put my hands in the fire
Shu-bi-di bap ba uh-yeah
I walk in confident, not knowing
What his game-game-game is
Any room is good for someone like me
Who never empties her suitcase when she gets off the plane

For me, every exit is just a prop, it’s all fiction
And everything I start ends up in a dead end
Uh-oh uh-oh oh-h-h
I’m not ashamed to beg for company
My skin can’t take another cold shower
If you had lived what I lived
If you had suffered what I suffered

Just a part, you’d feel sorry for me
If you had lived what I lived
If you had suffered what I suffered
Just a part, you’d feel sorry for me
Uh-uh-uh uh-h
He-eh-y-eh-eh-y-eh
Oh! No!

Uhh
The night lasts as long as the candles do
The darkness isn’t a good advisor
I’m looking for a hand to hold, any will do
Loneliness is never a good companion
Maybe there’s still a heartbeat left in this heart
And if it’s part of you, it’s hiding in some corner
But like a castaway at sea, I’m taking it with me
I put my hands in the fire

It doesn’t matter if I don’t know what his game is
If you had lived what I lived
If you had suffered what I suffered
Just a part, you’d feel sorry for me
If you had lived what I lived
If you had suffered what I suffered
Just a part, you’d feel sorry for me