Entre Gritos y Peleas

Shit
But at least I smile, it's the thought that counts
He had just left and I was about to turn around
To tell her that I love her and to ask her to come back

I have a photo of you that I have kept in my wallet
To remember you nicely for the times it costs me
Stay with the person who swears he will wait for you
And make sure he is aware that time flies

At first everything was going smoothly
But for looking at your curves, I got hit on the straight line
They will have to see my face when you knock on the door
And even though you're inside, you don't open the door or answer

The day you cross and walk on the other sidewalk
I won't look at your face to see how the fuck it looks on you
They say that if you play with fire you end up getting burned
And to caress you I put my whole hand in

How many afternoons waiting for you at your door
And how many times have I been left spellbound watching how you get ready?
I could be with someone else having dinner at Tagliatella
But I'm happy with you among a thousand screams and fights

How many afternoons waiting for you at your door
And how many times have I been left spellbound watching you get ready?
I could be with someone else having dinner at Tagliatella
But I'm happy with you among a thousand screams and fights