Tu Excusa Favorita
Ve y háblale de mí
Que te has cansado de su falta de amor
De sus mentiras, de todo el dolor
Ve y cuéntale lo que en mi cama usted un día me contó
Él suele presumir que para otras es todo un picaflor
Si en su jardín se marchita la flor
Dile que soy aquel el jardinero que, a ti te riega amor
Ay, deja por favor ya las mentiras y quiero que le cuentes de los dos
Ya dile que yo existo en tu vida
Que lo tuyo por él, hace tiempo terminó
Dile que soy todas esas salidas
Pero díselo por favor, que soy esas reuniones con tu amiga
El contratiempo aquel, la falta de internet, tus horas en el mall
(Victor Solis, que inspiración hermano Uoii!)
Ya no me ocultes más
Ya no lo hagas bonita
Solo dile que soy y que siempre seré tu excusa favorita
Ya no me ocultes más
Ya no lo hagas bonita
Solo dile que soy y que siempre seré tu excusa favorita
Coro
Yo no tengo la culpa que mi corazón
Se enamore de lo ajeno
Yo no tengo la culpa que esa hermosa flor
Se marchite entre sus dedos
Yo no soy culpable que a mi habitación
Quiera regresar de nuevo
Qué culpa tengo yo que esa relación
Se le haya apagado el fuego
Si tú me llamas, contestaré
Dime lugar, que haré la cita
No soy culpable yo solo sé
Que siempre seré tu excusa favorita
Dime qué quieres hacer conmigo
Dile a tu amiga que nos cubra bien
Y que le invente algo a tu marido
Para que mañana nos volvamos a ver
Your Favorite Excuse
Go and talk to him about me
That you are tired of his lack of love
Of his lies, of all the pain
Go and tell him what one day you told me in my bed
He usually brags that for others he is a real ladies' man
If the flower in his garden withers
Tell him I am the gardener who waters love for you
Oh, please stop the lies and I want you to tell him about us
Tell him that I exist in your life
That your feelings for him ended a long time ago
Tell him I am all those excuses
But please tell him that I am those meetings with your friend
The inconvenience, the lack of internet, your hours at the mall
(Victor Solis, what inspiration, brother Uoii!)
Don't hide me anymore
Don't do it, my dear
Just tell him that I am and will always be your favorite excuse
Don't hide me anymore
Don't do it, my dear
Just tell him that I am and will always be your favorite excuse
Chorus
It's not my fault that my heart
Falls in love with what is not mine
It's not my fault that this beautiful flower
Withers between his fingers
I'm not to blame that to my room
He wants to return again
What fault do I have that in that relationship
The fire has gone out
If you call me, I will answer
Tell me the place, I'll make the appointment
I'm not to blame, I just know
That I will always be your favorite excuse
Tell me what you want to do with me
Tell your friend to cover for us
And to make up something for your husband
So that tomorrow we can see each other again
Escrita por: Victor Solís