Cristina

The thing about being friends
It's all good but for me, it doesn't work
Because my lips with you, Cristina,
Don't know what friendship is

And you play dumb
I'm sorry, but I'm not falling for it anymore
I follow you like a shadow and you pay me
With kisses that are just for show

And little by little I'm getting tired
Of being the shoulder for your failures
Maybe you don't know that I, Cristina,
Am neither made of stone, nor of clay

My friend Cristina, Cristina
The more I love you, the more you hurt me
It's so ungrateful, Cristina, Cristina
The more I love you, the more you punish me
And it's not my style to love you
Only kissing your forehead, my friend Cristina

And I sip
The jealousy that hurts me so much
And you enjoy the thrill of seeing me
Scaring off so many animals.