Garganta

My throat feels strange
When I don't see you
A desire comes over me
Crazy to scream

My throat scratches
The paint and tiles
Of your room, the kitchen
The living room

My throat scratches
The paint and tiles
Of your room, the kitchen
The living room

I come in the early hours
To disturb your sleep
Like a stray dog
I start barking

I go through the pillow
I turn you inside out
I drive your head crazy
I make it spin

I go through the pillow
I turn you inside out
I drive your head crazy
I make it spin

I know I'm not a saint
Sometimes I'm bold
Sometimes I act with candor
To win you over

But I'm not a saint
I grew up on the streets
And I don't change my attitude
Just to please you

But I'm not a saint
I grew up on the streets
And I don't change my attitude
Just to please you

I ended up in this city
By force of circumstance
I've been like this since I was a child
I grew up kind of homeless

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later... Ha!

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you

My throat feels strange

(Say it!)
I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you
Eh! Eh!

I learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you attention
It's to later abandon you