Tu Excusa Favorita

Go and talk to him about me
That you are tired of his lack of love
Of his lies, of all the pain
Go and tell him what one day you told me in my bed

He usually brags that for others he is a real ladies' man
If the flower in his garden withers
Tell him I am the gardener who waters love for you

Oh, please stop the lies and I want you to tell him about us
Tell him that I exist in your life
That your feelings for him ended a long time ago

Tell him I am all those excuses
But please tell him that I am those meetings with your friend
The inconvenience, the lack of internet, your hours at the mall

(Victor Solis, what inspiration, brother Uoii!)

Don't hide me anymore
Don't do it, my dear
Just tell him that I am and will always be your favorite excuse

Don't hide me anymore
Don't do it, my dear
Just tell him that I am and will always be your favorite excuse

Chorus
It's not my fault that my heart
Falls in love with what is not mine
It's not my fault that this beautiful flower
Withers between his fingers

I'm not to blame that to my room
He wants to return again
What fault do I have that in that relationship
The fire has gone out

If you call me, I will answer
Tell me the place, I'll make the appointment
I'm not to blame, I just know
That I will always be your favorite excuse

Tell me what you want to do with me
Tell your friend to cover for us
And to make up something for your husband
So that tomorrow we can see each other again