La Santa (part. Joel Nuñez)

Mommy, don't act like a saint
Your gaze no longer marks
Your calls no longer catch my attention

I no longer live in the same place
And the neighbors are witnesses
That my life only goes from bad to worse

And I don't care, life is short
With a blonde, I wrote you the song
And I don't care, life is short
You leave and another one arrives, law of attraction

And if one day you see me, I will ask you
What happened?
Guilty both of us

I don't wish you harm, only the best
I won't miss you, fuck with love

Mommy, don't act like a saint
In my bed, you become a devil
Whole nights remain between us

And, if you want, we'll see each other
But we both already know
That I'm not up for stories, especially about love

And I don't care, life is short
With a blonde, I wrote you the song
And I don't care, life is short
You leave and another one arrives, law of attraction

And if one day you see me, I will ask you
What happened?
Guilty both of us

I don't wish you harm, only the best
I won't miss you, fuck with love