No

And no, you don’t need to say anything, I already know
I know I’m a slacker and a thief, and I don’t know what
You’re home alone, I’ve left you hanging, I know
Tell me you’re fed up, that you’ve seen me with others too

What’s my fault here?
And even if I make love to you
You come once and then you’re back to screwing again
And you’re not the same as when I used to kiss you
You’d always get all excited at my feet
When I flirted, you’d get all hot
And you’d switch to open legs mode

Little one
The Cuatiza
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

And no, honestly, I don’t know what to do
She doesn’t care if I’m rocking LV
Or if I’m wearing a Cartier on my wrist
She just wants me to be with her
And honestly, I don’t get it, if that’s what it’s about
Don’t waste your time, I do this for her

What’s my fault here?
And even if I make love to you
You come once and then you’re back to screwing again, eh, eh, eh

And you’re back to screwing again, eh, eh, eh
And you’re back to screwing again, eh, eh, eh