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Next Friday

Thalía

El Próximo Viernes

Hola bebé, lamento mucho lo sucedido
Pero te amo, mucho te amo
Hey, no andes con nadie, por fa

Hola bebé
¿Cómo has estado?
Tal vez no sepas quien habla
O tal vez lo hayas olvidado

Bebé yo no soy tan mala
Bebé sabes que te amo
Salgamos el viernes
Y hablemos de frente

Igual y le robo un beso a tu boca
Y dejas de creer que soy poca cosa
Igual y te explico
Igual y no entiendes que te necesito

Igual y te abrazo con mucha ternura
Y hago desaparecer toditas tus dudas
Igual y he fallado
Pero dime quien no se ha equivocado

Igual y de plano ya no quieres verme
Pero déjame besar de nuevo tu frente
Igual y te pido volverte a mirar
El próximo viernes

Igual y le robo un beso a su boca
Y dejas de creer que soy poca cosa
Igual y te explico
Igual y no entiendes que te necesito

Igual y te abrazo con mucha ternura
Y hago desaparecer toditas tus dudas
Igual y he fallado
Pero dime quien no se ha equivocado

Igual y de plano ya no quieres verme
Pero déjame besar de nuevo tu frente
Igual y te pido volverte a mirar
El último viernes

El próximo viernes

Next Friday

Hello baby, I'm very sorry about what happened
But I love you, I love you very much
Hey, don't be with anyone, please

Hello baby
How have you been?
Maybe you don't know who's talking
Or maybe you've forgotten

Baby, I'm not that bad
Baby, you know I love you
Let's go out on Friday
And talk face to face

Maybe I steal a kiss from your lips
And you stop thinking I'm nothing
Maybe I explain to you
Maybe you don't understand that I need you

Maybe I hug you with a lot of tenderness
And make all your doubts disappear
Maybe I've failed
But tell me who hasn't made mistakes

Maybe you just don't want to see me anymore
But let me kiss your forehead again
Maybe I ask you to look at me again
Next Friday

Maybe I steal a kiss from her lips
And you stop thinking I'm nothing
Maybe I explain to you
Maybe you don't understand that I need you

Maybe I hug you with a lot of tenderness
And make all your doubts disappear
Maybe I've failed
But tell me who hasn't made mistakes

Maybe you just don't want to see me anymore
But let me kiss your forehead again
Maybe I ask you to look at me again
The last Friday

Next Friday

Escrita por: Espinoza Paz