Hector El Father y llora

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Her sleep is interrupted by her alarm clock
Exhausted from the party the night before
Still with makeup, which made her look better
But it didn't bring her love, oh my pain
So many weekends without being able to find
Between rains and taverns someone who can value her
Every time Monday comes she has to go to work
Without a partner and without morals, because he cannot grasp
That a man interested in something pure in something serious
Does not bring harassment, does not come with mysteries
Does not seek to get him drunk, to invade his dignity
That a man interested in a good companion
He does not seek to do whatever he wants with her in one night
He does not arrive by seducing with words that are not true
Laden with evil
And she cries, and cries, and cries, for being a woman
And she longs at all hours, to be able to have
A purpose in life
With the right to be loved
br/>Someone who doesn't just ask
And who knows how to love her
And cries, and cries, and cries, for being a woman
And longs at all hours, to be able to have
br/>A purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who doesn't just ask
And who knows how to love her
When she gets paid the fortnight she never waits to go
br/>To the store that offers her the best to wear
Looking forward to the night, very eager to go out
Desperate to feel, someone who makes her live
There are countless nightclubs for choose
Where she looks for a guy interested in her love
And although she opens her heart for someone to enter into it
They only reach her skin, because she needs to know
That a a man interested in something pure, something serious
He does not seek in one night to do whatever he wants with her
He does not come seducing with words that are not true
Laden with evil
And he cries, and cries, and cries, for being a woman
And I yearn at all hours to be able to have
A purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who doesn't just ask
And that he knows how to love her
And she cries, and cries, and cries, for being a woman
And she longs at all hours, to be able to have
A purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who doesn't just ask
And who knows how to love her

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