Me Llamas

You call me to tell me you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore, that you're fed up
Of seeing me every day, of sharing your bed
Of Sundays watching football, of life at home

And you say that love, just like it comes, goes away
And yours left through the window and found
A place in another bed

And you've painted your smile with carmine
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today and hit the streets
Looking for love

You call me to tell me he's cheating on you
That there's nothing left of our love
That he found another nest, abandoned your
Bed, that you miss morning caresses

And you say that love, just like it comes, goes away
And yours left through the window and found
A place in another bed

And you've painted your smile with carmine
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today and hit the streets
Looking for love