Me Llamas

You call me...
to tell me that you're leaving
that you can't take it anymore
that you're tired of seeing me every day
of sharing his bed
of Sundays watching soccer at home
you say that love
just like it comes, it goes
and yours left
through the window
and found a place...
in another bed

and you've painted your smile with carmine
and you've hung the purse he gave you
and that dress you never wore...
today you wear it...
and you hit the streets looking for love

and you've painted your smile with carmine
and you've hung the purse he gave you
and that dress you never wore...
today you wear it...
and you hit the streets looking for love

You call me...
to tell me he's cheating on you
that from our love...
nothing remains
that he found another nest
that he abandoned your home
that you're missing morning caresses
you say that love
just like it comes, it goes
and yours left
through the window
and found a place...
in another bed

and you've painted your smile with carmine
and you've hung the purse he gave you
and that dress you never wore...
today you wear it...
and you hit the streets looking for love

and you've painted your smile with carmine
and you've hung the purse he gave you
and that dress you never wore...
today you wear it...
and you hit the streets looking for love

looking for love (x 4)