Dear woman
(Two points)
Don't make me suffer, eat
Today I decide to write you letters of sincere love
You see it, your love is a hole
That love passes through me
And without your kisses on my vest
Nothing covers my skin, period and continuation
As you see, I only think of you I
I am not interested in Perestroika
Neither basketball nor Larry Bird
And a fixed-term suffering
I carry it on my chest, woman
I want another time, fill yourself with mÃÂ
I only have life with you, mamacita, eh
Dear woman
(Two points)
Don't make me suffer
(Coma)
This is the second letter I have written
And I don't receive anything from you
I no longer care if there is light in the neighborhood
Or it will increase Inflation
I only live to take refuge
Naked in your heart, full stop
Swear at me, that's what I want, you see
Take that insurance policy if I die of love
And at least talk to me on the phone
Some consolation of love
Love me again, fill yourself with múÂ
I only have life with you, mamacita, eh
Love me again, don't make me suffer
Love me again, my heaven, my house
My hole love will give you everything
Love me again, dear mommy
Don't make me suffer, remember the past
Love me again, I write you a thousand letters
The postman looks for them and you have given me nothing
Love me again
No, No, if your dreams woke up, look
Don't make me suffer with my passion, love me again
Wrapped in a branch all in love< br/>And a little bit of love is what I ask of you
Love me again
No, no, no no no
Don't make me suffer, without you I give up, love me again
And in my vest pocket, look
Nothing fits me, I give everything to you, yeh!
Whoa Love me again, dear mommy
Don't make me suffer, my golden dream
Love me again, remember to collect the insurance
When I die, you haven't done anything for me given
Love me again not even Perestroika
Don't make me suffer even a game of ball
Love me again only I live
Measuring the way to kiss your mouth
Love me again
I write to you and I write to you
Again and I receive nothing, again
The ink in my pen runs out and I love you more
Love me again love without chains
Once again I release Mandela
Once again in my vest pocket, look< br/>Nothing is left for me, everything is given to you, ÃÂyeh!
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