Caradura

Two-Faced

In white gloves, this thief
with his unforgettable smile
like someone going from flower to flower
comes with a new one every evening
And he looks at you in a way that
seems to know your feelings
and you're scared the first time
when desire grows by the moment

Little by little he takes a sip from your glass
and you willingly surrender to failure
and I wonder what he has,
maybe men like him never suit

Two-faced, two-faced
Why do you promise the moon?
if after your Judas kisses
you leave me, you leave me, two-faced

Kissing the wounds of his prey
it's easy to seem like a gentleman
but behind his strawberry mouth
there's a thief stealing an 'I love you'
He has no heart, no owner
and is only faithful to his whims
but the bad part is when you insist
on being the only one his eyes see

Two-faced, two-faced.