It was you who wanted to leave
Now you come back regretful and cry
Looking for alms
Baby, I know your school
Maybe I will do it
A blues in your honor
I'm going to rhyme so much nonsense
You're so easy, spoiled girl
Ornaments, brochures and complaints
Complaints, complaints, complaints
It was you yourself who wanted to
It was you who wanted to leave
Now ring the doorbell and blush
Say that forgot the bag
Baby, I know this story
The guy is already honking his horn down there
Making a fool of himself o
Full of flowers, promises
áSpoiled girl, you are a failure!
ÿCigarettes?
Take the apple §o
It was you yourself who wanted it

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