Alguien Que Cuide de Mi

I want to feel like a little girl in their arms
Smile at me, lie to me, and swallow my sorrows
Shake my bed like a wild animal
And in the morning, give me a little more
Not too bad, not too good
And if they give me gifts, let them not cost a dime

Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me

I don’t want any deadbeats who don’t bring a dime
Or ugly guys with a fancy job
I don’t want drunks or crazies to tie down
No loser who makes me cry
No lost boys looking for mom
Or high-class types who’ll just screw you over

Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me

Take me to the fair and then to dance
I’ll let them see my stockings
So they can chase after me

Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And would die for me