She catwalked in Milan
With 21 Prada collections and now she sleeps here
I look at her wondering how long until she starts hating me
The way I have of loving her so badly, my escape method
That I can't stop
I haven't forgotten the smell of the one I fucked
Drunk in the bathroom of a club in Berlin
Listening to techno music
That made me push her like an animal
Music from hell that will play on my funeral
I still remember you
Too many women (x8)
An unopened WhatsApp
Talking about things that say nothing to see if you are still there
Drunk in Miami flying to L.A or back in Madrid
Tell me things that don't hurt me, when will you be back
What time is it there
I can't forget the one who told me
That she was going to be there for me always and forever
The one who said only one night and then there was nothing more
The one who left with my will to love and my will to live
I haven't found them again
Too many women (x8)