Beware of out love, sticking, tightening, we think,
Love too little serious, Love Story of an evening,
It's sure, clear, don't count on them,
There are few good girls, and there are too many perfidious ones,
All the same girls, all the same, worn out expensively at City.
If you think that you can relate to what I'm saying,
Son make him fianscon, but if that's what it takes,
Become suspicious and do more fianscon. Love is like water,
In our life we u200bu200bdrink liters of it, the other promises us loyalty,
So we let our guard down,
Until 'the day we get fooled, or we lose our minds like Bernie, x2)
From China to Austria, via Miami Beach,
All the same girls, same facial expressions, same mic-mac,
No one is unique. Always the same girls,
Always the same blufs, always the same ones
Divert by the same girls.
Always the same girls on the side, with the same fuss,
The same traps, beware of her
Because they remain faithful until a guy besieges her
Then it's another cliché, deceptions, sins,
Beginning of a confused life, always the same bluffs,
They come out to deceive you, always the same reasons to cry,
br/>Being excused for your sins, and your past mistakes,
As AntilopS.A. says, life shouldn't be given up,
Girls don't either, but be wary of their pranks,
And if you also lose your vigilance towards them,
The noose will tighten and will subsequently leave big consequences, man.
Chorus (x2)
You say that you love me would like me to like you,
And I like you, make me believe in eternal love,
Beautiful life, and like you there is no one more faithful,
So I draw a line under my exes, my future careers,
That you count on it, I even manage to say to my pasta
That I love you even if it makes me ashamed.
I have lots of things to do but I don't have time because I'm talking about love,
br/>Of you and your I love you forever is with toi what is want All share.
But shit I saw red the day your ex kissed you,
Too weakened to react that day so I wrote,
But hey you remember what happened next, a rather dramatic ending,
to believe that love is fake, at least the one that has a son.
Profiteurs, liars, and bitches with warm airs,
Beware of all these women, none of them are sincere in love.
A girl is not a gift, I won't give it to my worst enemy,
Start of trouble and know that the good days are over.
Less outings with friends, less rest,
Fewer evenings, from purpose of headaches, obligations to justify yourself,
And all this for what? For a girl who would cheat on you for nothing,
You're ready to swear on your mother's head that your girl doesn't bluff and loves you too much to death,
But if you I just knew, I'm sure it would leave you with a bitter taste.
Chorus (x2)

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