Me llamas (José Luis Perales)

Me llamas Me llamas para decirme que te marchas, que ya no aguantas más, que ya estás harta de verle cada día, de compartir su cama, de domingos de fútbol metida en casa. Me dices que el amor igual que llega pasa y el tuyo se marchó por la ventana y que encontró un lugar en otra cama. Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste lo estrenas hoy y sales a la calle buscando amor. Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste lo estrenas hoy y sales a la calle buscando amor. Me llamas para decirme que te engaña, que ya de vuestro amor no queda nada, que se buscó otro nido, que abandonó tu casa, que te faltan caricias por las mañanas. Me dices que el amor igual que llega pasa y el tuyo se marchó por la ventana y que encontró un lugar en otra cama. Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste lo estrenas hoy y sales a la calle buscando amor. Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste lo estrenas hoy y sales a la calle buscando amor.

You call me You call me to tell me that you go awaym that you can't take it anymore, that you are already fed up to see him every day, to share his bed, to sundays of football keeping at home. You tell me that the love same that is comes it passes and yours went away through the window and he found a place in another bed. And you have painted your smile of carmine and you have hung up the hand bag that he gave you and that dress that you never wore you premiere it today and you go out to the street looking for love. And you have painted your smile of carmine and you have hung up the hand bag that he gave you and that dress that you never wore you premiere it today and you go out to the street looking for love. You call me to tell me that he lies you, that nothing left about your love, that he searched another nest, that he left your house, that you have lack of caresses  in the mornings. You tell me that the love same that is comes it passes and yours went away through the window and he found a place in another bed. And you have painted your smile of carmine and you have hung up the hand bag that he gave you and that dress that you never wore you premiere it today and you go out to the street looking for love. And you have painted your smile of carmine and you have hung up the hand bag that he gave you and that dress that you never wore you premiere it today and you go out to the street looking for love.