Pendeja

You're burning my brain
All the time trying
Listening to my calls
And checking my stuff

I need a woman
Who doesn’t need to learn

Your ashtray hit me in the face
You’ve shown your true colors
I’d rather hang with my friends
Before I blow you away

I need a woman
Who knows how to understand me

Dumbass, dumbass
Give me back my things
I’m not your complaint book

You knocked out a couple of my teeth
Left me unconscious
I’m tired of your suspicions
And your hysterical scenes

I want a real woman
Not a kid to raise

Dumbass, dumbass
Give me back my things
I’m not your complaint book

You’re making my life hell
And the world waits for no one

And once again things are flying
And once again more stories

This time
I realized your love is toxic

Let me introduce you to my lawyer
I don’t want to be a beaten man anymore
Dodging ashtrays
You’d better go with the soda jerk