Mexidinho

I arrived on tiptoes
Counting the leftover ten-dollar bills
And my husband pretended to be asleep
Turned to the other side

I screwed up, the smell of the shots I took
Not even three, two, one and it started

Where were you?
Who were you with?
What should I do?
Why don't I leave you?

It's because I make a mess
I make it tasty, I grab you like that and I do it
It's because I make a mess
I make it tasty, end of story