| That I do not cry for a man
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| Then my mascara runs
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| And I'm left with black smears
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| And that in my face depresses me
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| That I'm going to the street throwing
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| He pulls pulling, pulling his visa
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| I'm going to buy a little outfit with straps
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| And some boots of suck my tip
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| I'm going to try all the dyes on my hair
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| I also want a manicure and pedicure
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| I'm going to get all my treatments
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| And I will end all nail polish
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| Everything is a swing
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| everything comes and goes
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| everything that goes up
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| It goes down again
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| And it is that love is like the tide
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| That according to the moon it goes or stays
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| And shrinking the heart you take me
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| And I'm tired of shrinking so much
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| Let each stick hold its candle that I can't hold yours anymore
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| And it is that once in a while I feel like a change
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| And it is that once in a while I take the suitcase
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| That I live my life without complications
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| I get the bugy bugy and pa the road
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| That I do not cry for a man
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| That they give me strong headaches
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| That I have changed my dark room for a new smile
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| That I'm going to the street throwing
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| Pull pulling, pulling your visa
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| I'm going to buy all my accessories
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| Without forgetting some very divine glasses
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| I'm going to erase from my skin I love you, Pepe
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| Because looking at the past is not lucky
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| What has my Lola Montero told me
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| “I put green candles on that lizard
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| Everything is a seesaw, everything comes and goes
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| Everything that goes up comes down again
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| And it is that love is like the tide
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| That according to the moon it goes or stays
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| And suddenly my cell phone rings
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| And I'm tired of answering so much
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| Let each stick hold its candle
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| That I can't stand yours anymore
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| And it is that once in a while I feel like a change
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| And it is that once in a while I take the suitcase
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| That I live my life without complications, I get the bugy bugy and hit the road |