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Hey, hey
Good night all
I decided today to go up to
To sing to these places where people normally eat
And they don't listen to you, but
There is a very special friend who is listening to this song
Friend
Faggot, now!

Well
Here it goes, okay?

I see her suffering alone, even if she denies it
He bites his lips to be able to be strong
How many hours of crying are enough
To understand that it is not love? So good luck

She tries to hold on and doesn't get angry
He gives you more love because he doesn't want to lose you
But what's the matter, he doesn't cry anymore for you
Today I'm going to ask him to leave you, because you're worthless.

Friend, leave that clown alone
If they paid him to make you suffer, he would already be a millionaire
From now on, he becomes an adversary
And today we go out drinking, if necessary

And we drink the two hundred drinks that are on the bar
And we get up to sing the Tusa, until everything is gone
Tonight, I will fulfill my mission
You just have to repeat: The piece of shit is him and it's not me.

Oops!
Serve me another

He fails you again and says he's sorry
He already has the little trick to convince you
The routine is that he has fun with another
He comes home and wants to play innocent

He has the face to buy you with details
And a labia, hmm, worthy of recovering you
But what's the matter, you don't cry for him anymore
Tell that asshole to leave, because he's worthless now.

Friend, leave that clown alone
If they paid him to make you suffer, he would already be a millionaire
From now on, he becomes an adversary
And today we go out drinking, if necessary

And we drink the two hundred drinks that are on the bar
And we get up to sing the Tusa, until everything goes away
Tonight, I will fulfill my mission
You just have to repeat: The piece of shit is him and it's not me.

Where they don't look for you, you are not needed
But this goes for everyone
show him
He's going to have to be more son of a bitch
If he wants to see you cry again
So up those glasses, cheers!