Oxidado
Los Caballeros de la Quema
Rusty
(Rusty, take one)
Rusty
And in the bed
Spending change on a return that won't come back
If it were easier to cover up
This autumn in the kisses
And if there were still letters left to lie
In this poker of blind men
More drizzle, I miss you more
Kneeling in my mouth
I never play this story right
Of a good loser type
I go back to my pad limping with these drunken urges to see you again
It's not that I don't want to bark at you, what I don't have in excess is faith
And I go back to my pad limping with these drunken urges to see you again
And it's not that I don't want to protect you, I'm knocked out and can't get my footing
It's not that I don't want to touch you, I'm all turned around, babe
I cry, cried
I cry, cried, I cry
I cry, cried, I cry, cried
Cried
I cry, cried
I cry, cried, I cry
I cry, cried, I cry, cried
Cried
It's deflating
Our milonga
We could never dance without stepping on each other's feet
Gathering the butts and the cups
Lowering the blinds
The party's over and it's too early
To ask for a rematch
More drizzle, I miss you more
Kneeling in my mouth
I never play this story right
Of a good loser type
I go back to my pad limping with these drunken urges to see you again
It's not that I don't want to bark at you, what I don't have in excess is faith
And I go back to my pad limping with these drunken urges to see you again
And it's not that I don't want to protect you, I'm knocked out and can't get my footing
And it's not that I don't want to touch you, I'm out of affection, babe
I cry, cried
I cry, cried, I cry
I cry, cried, I cry, cried
Cried
I cry, cried
I cry, cried, I cry
I cry, cried, I cry, cried
Cried (Oh—oh, oh—oh)
(No! No, no! Aah!)
I cry, cried
I cry, cried, I cry
I cry, cried, I cry, cried
Cried