Your favorite color
Your favorite color
For the narration that I prefer to Alba
Faithfulness of a fixed client Poor Christ
But the song is counterfeit and there
is the risk that the whistle starts
It's defective like a record, your heart is cold
I'm stupid that I try to put it on time
So much that on Thursday I feel that I don't go to the cart
And the more I try, the more my brain goes crazy
It started that we only do parties
I fell in love but I left the fish in me
Yesterday you liked me and you sucked me between the nails
Now I'm stressed like your costume
When you swear everything is lost between transparent fountains
I know you're lying because the minds of lovers are crazy
My promises are diamonds,
they couldn't be otherwise
Your favorite color But now it belongs to the past
No,
I don't love you anymore You're my favorite girl
And no one faked you here before No,
I don't love you
You feel it high,
then you wanted to psychoanalyze me You
tell it to yourself as an alpha female,
then you have to do it to be analyzed
I know it so much if tomorrow I come back,
you're with that guy who left you tirolissas around
I scream, I break, broken glasses,
broken hands,
broken keys
I fought it
Your favorite color
But now it belongs to the past
No, I don't love you anymore
You're my favorite girl
And no one faked you here before
Yeah