Tarja Preta

She complains about my rude way
Says I'm rough
Says I'm thick
Says I'm tough

And that I drink too much
I pay more attention to the ice
To the hustle, to the bros
Less to her

Oh, oh
She always makes this drama
Threatens to leave
Gets to the door and doesn't go

It's that my biggest flaw
Is being too good at what matters most
I know how to calm her anger

And then it's over
Your black label is after my buckle