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Screw You

La Cuca

Joder

"Pobrecito deprimido.
Tiene ganas de llorar.
Pobrecito deprimido.
¡Y yo tento tantas ganas,
De joder!"

Me siento tan contento que casi reviento
Esto quiere desenvainar
Tu te ves tan abajo que pareces un gargajo
Imposible de consolar ¿qué voy a hacer?

Joder, joder, joder.
Cuando te veo decaido
Y dado por vencido me dan ganas
De guacarear,
Mi cinismo en medicina cien por ciento
Adrenalina y te la tienes que chupar.

Pobrecito deprimido.
Tiene ganas de llorar.
Pobrecito deprimido.
¡Y yo tento tantas ganas,
De joder!
Joder, joder, joder.

Si te sientes apagado,
Solo sientate a mi lado
Y con gusto he de chingar.
Mi sarcasmo es gratuito
Y si quieres más te irrito
Hasta verte reaccionar.

Pobrecito deprimido.
Tiene ganas de llorar.
Pobrecito deprimido.
¡Y yo tento tantas ganas,
De joder!
Joder, joder, joder.

No produces lástima

La lástima que quieres producirme
Es para reirme y no me puedes enredar.

Pobrecito deprimido.
Tiene ganas de llorar.
Pobrecito deprimido.
¡Y yo tento tantas ganas,
De joder!
Joder, joder, joder.

Screw You

"Poor little depressed guy.
He feels like crying.
Poor little depressed guy.
And I just want,
To screw around!

I feel so happy I could burst
This wants to come out
You look so down you seem like a spit
Impossible to console, what am I gonna do?

Screw you, screw you, screw you.
When I see you feeling low
And giving up, it makes me want
To hurl,
My cynicism is a hundred percent medicine
Adrenaline, and you gotta suck it up.

Poor little depressed guy.
He feels like crying.
Poor little depressed guy.
And I just want,
To screw around!
Screw you, screw you, screw you.

If you’re feeling down,
Just sit by my side
And I’ll gladly mess with you.
My sarcasm is free
And if you want more, I’ll annoy you
Until I see you react.

Poor little depressed guy.
He feels like crying.
Poor little depressed guy.
And I just want,
To screw around!
Screw you, screw you, screw you.

You don’t inspire pity

The pity you want to make me feel
Is for me to laugh at, and you can’t fool me.

Poor little depressed guy.
He feels like crying.
Poor little depressed guy.
And I just want,
To screw around!
Screw you, screw you, screw you.

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