Drunken children trying to play at fixing one another. Your mom taught you, your heart 's not true, and I learned from my father. And you can't keep it to yourself; me, i just don't bother. But maybe we'll find Jesus in your bed, if I pray harder.
And these are words on a mirror, hands on my neck, impulse writing every check, and you can't trust yourself alone with me.
Eye makeup and cocaine turn to coffee on the front porch. I made you die at least ten times, before you had to close your eyes. And Mami 's never been in love, and I keep burning that torch. Bueno Suerte Chaparita. Es solamente homicidio, mi amor.
And these are words on a mirror, hands on my neck, impulse writing every check, and you can't trust yourself alone with me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
