La Propina

You came back one afternoon,
after 113 nights away,
and on the answering machine,
your queenly voice woke up,
with your tail between your legs...

Your lies wear long legs,
you're always first in the triathlon,
of stale "I love yous,"
sweetness by the book,
and Judas lips in a baby doll...

For God's sake,
don't beg for another round,
because miracles aren't feeling generous with us...
And don't explain anything to me,
don't miss me from behind,
I'll leave the tip...

You told me,
"I'm just passing through,
but I can make an exception..."
And I crossed my fingers,
before crossing your kisses,
and unbuttoning my heart...

But grudges are asking for the spotlight,
and pity's poking its snout out,
We’ll have to pack our bags,
shed some tears, keep the parade going,
and then dress ourselves to forget...

For God's sake,
don't beg for another round,
because miracles aren't feeling generous with us...
Don't swear anything to me,
don't love me from behind,
because I’ll bury this dead...

For God's sake,
don't beg for another round,
because miracles are laughing in our faces...
Don't explain anything to me,
don't cry for me from behind,
I'll leave the tip...