MONICA DE JOAQUIN SABINES
Look, Monica, I'm already fed up.
Of your damn indecision
I live on the verge of a heart attack
Tuesday yes, Wednesday no
Thursday who knows
For you I burned my ships and something else
I sold my soul to satan
In exchange for the key to your privacy
Look, Monica, keep in mind
If the occasion arises
That on the border of thirty
Love burns less
But it's still hot
Never close your balcony at night
Maybe some thief will be encouraged
To rob your heart a little
Don't tell me maybe, maybe, maybe, tomorrow
I'm going to get gray hair from waiting for you so much
Don't keep me dying of thirst, don't be inhuman
Stop that story, Monica.
Of my lie and your truth
Don't tell me your memories
I'm not going to buy them
Enough of drinks
And words turned upside down
Don't you see that it's already starting to dawn?
Come on, take off your clothes once and for all
Don't tell me maybe, maybe, maybe, tomorrow
I'm going to get gray hair from waiting for you so much
Don't keep me dying of thirst, don't be inhuman
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Composers: Joaquín Ramón Sabina
Lyrics by Monica © Warn
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