Sufre mamón

Crying in my room
Everything clouds around me
She left with a rich kid
Has a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater

Through the park, I see her pass
When they kiss, he feels terrible
I'm going to get back at that f
g
I'm going to cover his neck
With itching powder

Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder
Suffer, sucker, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder

I've burned his sweater
And he's 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 most
And come back to me someday