No Me Hables de Amor
Zambayonny
Don't Talk to Me About Love
Don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because nothing makes sense
On Mondays, I play poker
For chips and fucks
We know what happens to the loser
If you find me on a Monday, I'll give it to you
On Tuesdays, I reflect
Naked around the house
Reading is my companion
If you find me on a Tuesday, I'll give it to you
On Wednesdays, I write
With passion and feeling
Thinking is my torment
If you find me on a Wednesday, I'll give it to you
But don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because you won't be understood
On Thursdays, music time
I screw the guitar
With rhythm, cock, and charm
If you find me on a Thursday, I'll give it to you
On Fridays, little outings
Girls from another era
Remembering the good times
If you find me on a Friday, I'll give it to you
Saturdays are madness
Barbecue with friends
We always end up wasted
If you find me on a Saturday, I'll give it to you
But don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because you won't be understood
Sundays are strange
I wake up anywhere
Night falls quickly
If you find me on a Sunday (yeah, right)
