La Número 20

I hope things go bad for you 'cause you deserve it
Even though I don't gain anything from it

I hope things go bad for you 'cause you deserve it
Even though I don't gain anything from it
Go fuck your grandma and your mom too
Sorry, Father, if I’m speaking obscenities

I’ve got Saint Martin of Porres spinning in my head
'Cause I want to see you suffer, I want to see you cry
When I'm mad, I'm a real bastard
And even if I’m stuck, I’ll get unstuck later

For my luck, you’re number twenty
Never fun, always boring
Nineteen beauties and you’re just for crying
That’s why losing you doesn’t hurt so much

You’re unfortunate by nature
Let’s see if one of these days you go and confess
And ask for forgiveness for being such a bitch
With any luck, God might even forgive you

For my luck, you’re number twenty
Never fun, always boring
Nineteen beauties and you’re just for crying
That’s why losing you doesn’t hurt so much

You’re unfortunate by nature
Let’s see if one of these days you go and confess
And ask for forgiveness for being such a bitch
With any luck, God might even forgive you