Me Llamas
La Herencia
You Call Me
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