Foi Ela
100 Parea
It was Her
I found a strand of her hair on my pillow
Forgotten among the sheets, a yellow panty
And left me here on the floor
In the cold of loneliness
It was her
She didn't leave her phone and I don't even know her name
The smell of her perfume stuck to my nose
And left me here on the floor
In the cold of loneliness
It was her
It was just one night of love
I had no more news from her
Not even if she's married
Because she left in such a hurry
And left me here on the floor
In the cold of loneliness
It was her
If I knew where she lived, I would run to her arms
If she had a husband, I would run away with her
So as not to stay here on the floor
In the cold of loneliness
Because of her
So as not to stay here on the floor
In the cold of loneliness
Oh because of her.
