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Don't Talk to Me About Love

Zambayonny

No Me Hables de Amor

No me hables de amor
Mientras me chupas la pija
Porque no se entiende nada

Los lunes juego al poker
Por fichas y culeadas
El q pierde ya sabemos
Si me encontras un lunes te la doy

Los martes reflexiono
Desnudo por la casa
Lectura compañera
Si me encontras un martes te la doy

Los miercoles escribo
Con ve*** y sentimiento
Pensar es mi tormento
Si me encontras un miercoles te la doy

Pero no me hables de amor
Mientras me chupas la pija
Porque no se te entiende nada

Los jueves musiqita
Me cojo ala guitarra
Con bombo a chota y labia
Si me encontras un jueves te la doy

Los viernes saliditas
Muchachas de otros tiempos
Rememoran los fierros
Si me encontras un viernes te la doy

Los sabados locura
Asado con amigos
Siempre algo nos curtimos
Si me encontras un sabado te la doy

Pero no me hables de amor
Mientras me chupas la pija
Porque no se te entiende nada

Los domingos son extraños
Despierto en cualquier sitio
Se hace de noche pronto
Si me encontras un domingo (si, claro)

Don't Talk to Me About Love

Don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because nothing makes sense

On Mondays, I play poker
For chips and fucks
We know what happens to the loser
If you find me on a Monday, I'll give it to you

On Tuesdays, I reflect
Naked around the house
Reading is my companion
If you find me on a Tuesday, I'll give it to you

On Wednesdays, I write
With passion and feeling
Thinking is my torment
If you find me on a Wednesday, I'll give it to you

But don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because you won't be understood

On Thursdays, music time
I screw the guitar
With rhythm, cock, and charm
If you find me on a Thursday, I'll give it to you

On Fridays, little outings
Girls from another era
Remembering the good times
If you find me on a Friday, I'll give it to you

Saturdays are madness
Barbecue with friends
We always end up wasted
If you find me on a Saturday, I'll give it to you

But don't talk to me about love
While you suck my dick
Because you won't be understood

Sundays are strange
I wake up anywhere
Night falls quickly
If you find me on a Sunday (yeah, right)

Escrita por: Diego Adrián Perdomo