Devuélveme a Mi Chica

I'm crying in my room
Everything is getting dark around me
She left with a more elegant man
He has a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater

In the park, I see them pass
When they kiss, I almost die
I'm going to take revenge on that sissy
I'm going to fill his neck
With itchy powders

Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders
Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders

I burned his sweater
And he has bought five or six
I'm going to wreck his car
I'm ready, I'm going tonight

You will never laugh at me again
I'm sorry, man, you're going to die
You took from me what I loved the most
And she'll come back to me, she'll come back one day

Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders
Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders

(Suffer, sucker) Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders
(Suffer, sucker) Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you will twist yourself with itchy powders