Lágrimas de Álcool

The door of my car wide open
Sitting at the little bar on the corner
The sound blasting from the sixties
And me kissing the bottle of cachaça
And she doesn't care about me
And I care about her
Just call and I'll go
And she doesn't care
She couldn't care less if I die of love

Heart soaked
Drinking and crying
Tears of alcohol
Horns up there
And self-esteem down
Imagine a guy who's been beaten up