Me Llamas

You call me
To tell me that you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore
That you're fed up

Seeing him every day
Sharing his bed
Sundays of football
Stuck at home

And you say that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place

In another bed

And you've painted on a crimson smile
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today
And you go out into the street

Looking for love

You call me
To tell me he's cheating on you
That from our love
Nothing remains

That he found another nest
That he left your home
That you miss the morning caresses

You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place

In another bed

And you've painted on a crimson smile
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today
And you go out into the street

Looking for love