Tal Para Cual
Ana Guerra
Match Made in Hell
The day I met you
You were just some random guy
And to be honest
I really didn’t like you much
You were always so pushy
And I just didn’t want to see you
Your teenage tattoos
Were so obvious
We weren’t Barbie and Ken
Incompatible, impossible, the worst
And look at us in the end
We were a match made in hell
And I kept saying, saying, saying
That forever wouldn’t last for me
And now it’s me
Who’s asking for forgiveness
And I kept saying, saying, saying
That this would go wrong
And in the end, we’re a match made in hell
And in the end, we’re a match made in hell
