In a cantina I found it
In a cantina I lost it
And today I go from cantina to cantina
Looking for the ungrateful man who abandoned me
If he didn't love me Yes, I cut your face
With one of those razor blades
On the day of the wedding
I stab you, I rip out your navel
br/>And I kill your mother
Drunk I have to find him
Drunk and lying on a platform
Drunk toitico gomitao
At the foot of a jukebox
Singing his disdain
If you don't love me, I'll cut your face
With one of those razor blades
On the day of the wedding
I stab you, I tear out your navel
And I kill your mother

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