Y tu con él
Industria Del Amor
And you with him
I write to you
Once again
I don't know
If I sent the letter
Or if I should tear it up
Darling
I'm starting to miss you
And you
If you're not with me
Who are you with
It's my punishment
For imagining so much
That you're with him
Very calm locked in the room
Eating cake
You'll turn my picture around
And you won't want to see me
And you with him
Like fruit served on a plate
Apple with honey
Let them enjoy their moments
The taste of your skin
My dear
I can't explain
You leave me
At twelve, at four
At five, at six
Another day
Without filling this paper
And you with him...
