Devuélveme a Mi Chica

I'm crying in my room
Everything clouds around me
She left with a posh boy
In a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater
I see them pass by the park
When they kiss, I feel terrible
I'm going to get back at that sissy
I'm going to cover his neck
With itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle
Among itching powder

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

You'll never laugh at me again
I'm sorry, baby, you're going to die
You took away what I wanted the most
And she'll come back to me
She'll come back someday

Suffer, jerk