La Pelirroja
Sebastián Yatra
The Redhead
I'm tired of texting and never meeting up
Of only talking, romanticizing stuff
Soon enough, we'll lose the signal, it's rough
You're already breaking up
When could it be?
That we kiss out in the street, for everyone to see
And get caught grinding at the bar, it can't ever be
Why are you still with him?
Where could it be?
That your red hair is my grip, and at sunrise
Manners come back and disappear, it's not going to be here
Why are you still with him?
Not once did we do anything better
Why talk about what you'd do
If I were the one in the picture?
When you told him you were talking to Sofía
You lied to me too, said you were out with Lucía
But truth is, I never bought it, no one did either
Since when, when are you a liar?
Who even knows when?
Uh, anyone but you
Anyone but you
When could it be?
That we kiss out in the street, for everyone to see
And get caught grinding at the bar, it can't ever be
Why are you still with him?
Where could it be?
That your red hair is my grip, and at sunrise
Manners come back and disappear, it's not going to be here
Why are you still with him?
Not once did we do anything better
Why talk about what you'd do
If I were the one in the picture?
