No Me Llames Más Por Teléfono, Nena

Had nothing to do
When she called me at home
And after say hello
Asked me want to get her home

What I want to eat or drink
She offered everything
Knowing the only I need
Is to have her near
But if the whisky you have is good
I'll be there soon

Leave her, find a cab
The rain started to fall
My gloves and my boots were wet
I was in a pull

Tried to comb my hair
That it was a mess
Here then all of my trip
Where they keep the change

Ring the bell
Please open up
Cause I'm getting cold
(Getting cold, brrr!)

Whom you're looking for?
Had the lady asked
When I spell her name
She guess at met me: Said come in
Rush on, rush on my chick she left
I'm not margaret
I was getting crazy, couldn't believe it
I wasn't in a dream
I don't want to you at you
I want to go home now
Be alone