You call me to tell me that you're leaving
that you can't take it anymore, that you're fed up
with seeing him every day, sharing his bed,
the Sundays of soccer, the life at home.
You tell me that love, just as it comes, it goes
and yours has gone out the window
and that it found its place in another bed.
And you have put on a smile with lipstick
and you have hung up the bag that he gave you
and that dress that you never wore, you wear it today for the first time
and you head for the streets, looking for love.
And you have put on a smile with lipstick
You call me to tell me that you're leaving
that your love no longer remains
and that it looked for another nest, that it abandoned your house
that you are missing being caressed in the mornings
You tell me that love, just as it comes, it goes
and yours has gone out the window
and that it found its place in another bed.
And you have put on a smile with lipstick
and you have hung up the bag that he gave you
and that dress that you never wore, you wear it today for the first time
and you head for the streets, looking for love.
And you have put on a smile with lipstick