Mátalas

Buddy, what’s wrong? You’re crying
It’s probably from the heartbreak of women
There’s no deadlier blow for a man
Than the tears and disdain from those beings

Buddy, I’m gonna give you some good advice
If you want to enjoy their pleasures
Get yourself a gun if you want
Or buy a dagger if you prefer
And become a killer of women

Kill them
With an overdose of tenderness
Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness
Infect them with all your craziness

Kill them
With flowers, with songs, don’t let them down
There’s not a single woman in this world
Who can resist the little things

Wake them up with a serenade
Even if it’s not a special day, bring her flowers
It doesn’t matter if she’s the worst of the ungrateful
You’re not a saint without mistakes

Buddy, I’m gonna give you some good advice
If you want to enjoy their pleasures
Get yourself a gun if you want
Or buy a dagger if you prefer
And become a killer of women

Kill them
With an overdose of tenderness
Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness
Infect them with all your craziness

Kill them
With flowers, with songs, don’t let them down
There’s not a single woman in this world
Who can resist the little things