Duele, Duele
Siempre hablando de mí que me adoras,
que un diablo en la casa te formas,
siendo hipocrita cuando en la calle
arrastrado y borracho...
un desastre, nunca llegas temprano a tu casa,
siempre andando entre piernas y faltas,
tu familia te vale madre.
tus mujeres tus amigos menos, recójete.. oye
Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
duele duele vos sos porqueria,
duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada
Por creerte un chico perfecto,
inventando en la calle tus cuentos,
si tu juegas con fuego te quemas,
y la vieja de este barrio tiene chiborrea...
Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
duele duele vos sos porqueria,
duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada
Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
duele duele vos sos porqueria,
duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada
Si me quisieras un poquito
buena vida me darías
el que ama no maltrata
y yo tengo que salir de aquí
Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
duele duele vos sos porqueria,
duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada
Ooooohhhh
Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
duele duele vos sos porqueria,
duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada
Hurts, Hurts
Always talking about me, saying you adore me,
that a devil in the house you become,
being hypocritical when on the street
dragged and drunk...
a disaster, you never come home early,
always walking among legs and faults,
your family you don't give a damn.
your women, your friends, less, get yourself together.. hey
Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing
For thinking you're a perfect guy,
making up stories in the street,
if you play with fire, you get burned,
and the old lady in this neighborhood has chlamydia...
Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing
Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing
If you loved me a little bit
you would give me a good life
he who loves doesn't mistreat
and I have to get out of here
Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing
Ooooohhhh
Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing