Pobre Pistolita

If you took me to your bed to sleep
You should have told me
To not hold back my desires
And not get my hopes up with a poor creature
To sleep I have a bigger and warmer bed, you don't even use blank shots
You shoot nothing, poor little gun

All night I spent waiting
Dreaming alone while you snore
Poor little gun, you shoot nothing
Not even once in a while

You're hearing me, useless
How ungrateful nature was to you

Don't go around boasting
That you're very hot
All talk and no action
You can't handle anything, my beautiful sleeper

All night I spent waiting
Dreaming alone while you snore
Poor little gun, you shoot nothing
Not even once in a while.