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I'm already dressed to go out
Another Friday pretending it's normal
That I'm happy without you

A glass of drink, makeup
Oh unhappy woman
And the stories that supposedly I'm with someone
It's the scene of the crime I didn't even commit

The truth is that only the bottle touches my lips
I can't undress with another
After you, no one saw me naked

The truth is that no Friday will solve it
It's impossible to belong to someone else
I even tried to force you out of me
But I saw it wasn't the best choice