Me llamas

You call me to tell me that you're leaving
That you can't stand it anymore, that you're tired
Of seeing me every day, of sharing your bed
Of Sunday baseball, of staying home

And you say that love, just like it arrives, passes
Yours already left through the window
And found a place in another bed
And you've painted on the smile of jasmine
And you've put on the purse that he gave you
And that dress you never wore, you wear it today

And you go out on the street looking for love
And you've painted on the smile of jasmine
And you've put on the purse that he gave you
And that dress you never wore, you wear it today
And you go out on the street looking for love

You call me to tell me that he's cheating on you
That there's nothing left of your love
That he found another nest, that he left your home
That you're missing morning caresses

You tell me that love = arrives, passes
And yours left through the window
And found a place in another bed
And you've painted on the smile of jasmine
And you've put on the purse that he gave you
And that dress you never wore, you wear it today
And you go out on the street looking for love

And you've painted on the smile of jasmine
And you've put on the purse that he gave you
And that dress you never wore, you wear it today
And you go out on the street looking for love