Boca Sem Dente

That toothless mouth I used to kiss
Now has dentures
That old clothes you used to wear
Today is a floor cloth

I had the shack renovated
Bought a fridge and a TV
And you repay me with ingratitude

But what angers me the most
Is that you don't recognize what I did for you
It's the work of fate to be scorned
Without knowing why

You mocked me
Only made me upset
Honestly, I will see you suffer