Linda Guerita

I come to make you some memories
of my songs
so you know that I love you
beautiful blondie of my loves.

Look, I come drunk
from the vineyards
just to tell you
beautiful blondie why don't you come out

You told me you loved me
and you lied
just to tell you
beautiful blondie how ungrateful you were.

The deadline you gave me
is approaching
just to tell you
beautiful blondie tell me until when.

That mole you have
next to your mouth
don't give it to anyone
beautiful blondie because it's my turn.

Now I say goodbye
my shorty
here end singing
the beautiful verses of my blondie.