BORRACHA (part. Maria Becerra)

You're drunk
You call me only if you're drunk
You call me because you aren't so macho sober
I know, because you always become such a jerk
If you're drunk–

And don't hide now
I can be nice, but never a fool
Girl, pour me a nice full glass
To forget that I'm dealing with this mess
I am also getting wasted

I'll drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'll drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'll sing and shout and swear that I'm not your lady

And you'll cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
And it's going to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt you
You'll suffer when the time comes to see that I'm fine without you
You aren't macho, you're unfaithful

And I am drunk
But you know quite well that it's not for the same reason
If I drink, it's not to erase your mirage
I'm going to throw tequila and salt on this wound
And on your cynicism

And don't ask me for forgiveness now, no
Look for another, she didn't believe you
And you want to follow me again
You want to suffer, you can't see that I'm better without you?

And now I'll drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'll drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'll shout, cry and swear that I'm not your lady

And you'll cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
And it's going to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt you
You'll suffer when the time comes to see that I'm fine without you
You aren't macho, you're unfaithful
And you're drunk