Ojos Rojos

Mom, being your friend doesn't work, doesn't work
I can pretend, but it doesn't work, it doesn't work
For how much longer
Are you going to put up with that bastard?

Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him

Why do you stay with that asshole?
He's not your owner, don't let him command you
You're still there because of that reflection
But his ass is too big for you
He's a boy, not a man
That smile hides a tear
Because he may be the one breaking dishes
But I'm the one who answers to you
And I'm no longer a thug like before
But if he gets rough, he can deal with it
And if he turns me around and controls you
I'll hit the streets with everything and the gun

For how much longer
Are you going to put up with that bastard?

Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him
I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you, I want to be him