BORRACHA (part. Maria Becerra)

You're drunk
You only call me if you're drunk
You call me because when you're sober you're not that macho
I know it because you always act so bad
If you're drunk—

And now, don't hide
I may be good, but never a fool
Friend, pour me a really deep drink
To forget that they cheated on me
I get drunk too

I'm going to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'm going to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'm going to sing and scream and swear that I'm not your woman

And you're going to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
And it's going to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
You're going to suffer when it's your turn to see that without you I'm fine
You're not macho, you're unfaithful

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

And don't ask me for forgiveness anymore, no
Find yourself another girl, this one didn't believe you
And you want to follow me again
You want to suffer, can't you see that I'm better, better without you?

And now I'm going to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'm going to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
I'm going to scream, cry and swear that I'm not your woman

And you're going to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
And it's going to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
You're going to suffer when it's your turn to see that without you I'm fine
You're not a man, you're unfaithful
And you're drunk