Brincos diera

Any woman could be bothered
That you had the confidence
To give yourself to a man
And that he goes around spreading it to everyone

But it fills any woman with anger
That a man goes around saying
That he was with you
And hasn't even touched you
But he goes around saying
That he did this to you and that to you
And that he put you in this way
And that he put you in the other
This is for all the gossipers:

You go around telling everyone
The worst things about me
That I was yours, that I was your lover
The one who adores you the most.

I have bad times
But bad tastes, no
And you are not to my liking
And you are not to my liking
That's what hurt you.

Jump for joy
If I were to notice you
Jump for joy, if in my arms
You could fall asleep.