Alguien Que Cuide de Mi
Cristina Y Los Subterráneos
Someone to Take Care of Me
That in their arms I feel like a little girl
Smile, lie to me, and swallow my sorrows
That shakes my bed like an animal
And in the morning gives me a little more
Not too bad, not too good
And if they give me gifts that don't cost them money
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And dies for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And dies for me
I don't want more guys who don't bring any money
Or very ugly guys with a great job
I don't want drunks or crazy people
No jerk who makes me cry
No lost boys looking for mommy
Or very refined guys who then screw you over
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And dies for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And dies for me
Take me to the fair and then dancing
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 dies for me
Someone to take care of me
Who wants to kill me
And dies for me
