Sad Valentine

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I keep thinking about you, what a great thing I shared.

Every night I go out I ask and tell myself: What was going through your head?

Why don't you kiss me like you used to, mamacita.

You in the fifth bato and I in no appointment.

Cha, cha, chale, what's wrong if I get sick? Hey.

I want lots of kisses and smoking marijuana.

Hit you hard like when I didn't even have wool. There are more asses than stars, but it's not what I prefer.

I prefer you, but what do I do if I don't feel like it?

The flirtatious thing doesn't go away, mija, not even if it were the flu. Come on, make me agitated.

Another fucking night that you will still be mine.

And as much as I miss you, I'm going to have to resist grabbing you, holding your hand to take you to heaven.

Another night I miss you, another night I miss you.

Yes, it hurts a little sometimes, but it's good that you walk away.

My heart hurts for two months and you will regret it forever, eh, eh, eh.

Whatever the case, the pain will go away in two months, but your memories. . . That's the fucking fart.

Compa

George.

Another fucking night that you will still be mine.

And as much as I miss you, I'm going to have to resist grabbing you, holding your hand to take you to heaven.

Another night I miss you, another night I miss you.

Yes, it hurts a little sometimes, but it's good that you walk away.

My heart hurts for two months and you will regret it forever, eh, eh, eh.