Me Llamas

You call me, to tell me that you’re leaving
That you can’t take it anymore
That you’re fed up
With seeing him every day
With sharing his bed
With Sunday football, stuck at home

You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours slipped away
Out the window
And found a place
In another bed

And you’ve painted your smile with crimson
And you’ve put on the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You’re wearing it today
And you hit the streets, looking for love

And you’ve painted your smile with crimson
And you’ve put on the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You’re wearing it today
And you hit the streets, looking for love

You call me, to tell me he’s cheating
That there’s nothing left of your love
That he found another nest
That he left your home
That you’re missing affection, in the mornings

You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours slipped away
Out the window
And found a place
In another bed

And you’ve painted your smile with crimson
And you’ve put on the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You’re wearing it today
And you hit the streets, looking for love

And you’ve painted your smile with crimson
And you’ve put on the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You’re wearing it today
And you hit the streets, looking for love