19
Nena, 19
son tus años
y tu colección
Tienes tantos novios
como novias ha tenido
Dios
Nena, yo no fui
el que te mando a matar
lo entendiste mal
no te quise lastimar
Pues nena lo entendiste mal
yo no quise matar
lo nuestro
Y en la soledad
de mi cuestión emocional
tuve un plan genial
no lo voy a confesar
Pues nena lo entendiste mal
yo no quise matar
lo nuestro, lo nuestro
Pues nena lo entendiste mal
yo no quise matar
lo nuestro, lo nuestro, lo nuestro
19
Baby, 19
are your years
and your collection
You have as many boyfriends
as girlfriends God has had
Baby, I wasn't
the one who sent you to kill
you misunderstood
I didn't want to hurt you
Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours
And in the loneliness
of my emotional issue
I had a great plan
I'm not going to confess
Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours, ours
Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours, ours, ours