Devuelveme a mi chica (part. David Summers)

Crying in my room
Everything gets blurry around me
She left with a punk kid
In a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater

I see them passing by the park
When they kiss, it kills me
I'm going to get back at him
I'm going to cover his neck
With itching powder

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder

I burned his sweater
He bought five or six
I'm going to wreck his car
I have it all set, I'm going tonight

You'll never laugh at me again
Sorry, dude, you're going to die
You took away what I wanted the most
And she'll come back to me, she'll come back someday

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
In itching powder
In itching powder
Suffer, jerk