Puchos

I don't want to think about going to buy
Cigarettes again because it's not worth it
And also, it makes me very sick
It makes you very sick

And my kisses, must be uglier
And my lips, must be disgusting
And my kisses, must be uglier
And my lips, must be disgusting
I prefer to go buy a chocolate
And I'll share half with you if you want
And then we can run
Until we fall

I don't want to be a loser for buying cigarettes
Because that image stays in your brain
And I think: Oh, how ugly
And I think: Oh, how ugly
And I think: Oh, how ugly
And I think: Oh, how ugly

La-ra-la-ra-la, la-ra-la-la
La-ra-la-la-ra-la-ra-la, la-ra
La-ra-la, la-ra-la-la
La-ra-la-la