Por Que A Mi
Tragokorto
Why Me
He never knew the truth
About your heartless lies
The things you said about him
Were just a game, nothing more,
The other night I walked by
That old bar
Around the corner there
I saw you pass and remembered that in that bar
You made a name for yourself as the whore of that cabaret
You danced for a thousand
How much booze runs through your veins and from your sorrows...
There's nothing left...
Hey man, you ended up looking bad but it's time to forget that woman...
