Lyrics: Tell him that he doesn't deserve you Even if he says he misses you He's done that a couple of times Filling the handkerchief with tears But now it's all about alcohol The party instead of the pain He's not there for anyone and I found out that you're done That now you're all about yourself That nothing hurts anymore And that I'm out there now That you're not into feelings In the car at 200 Smoke, drink, and when he calls you, tell him I'm sorry I found out that you're done That now you're all about yourself That you don't give a damn anymore And you're happy when you go to sleep That you're not into feelings In the car at 200 Smoke, drink, soak up every seat Baby, if he calls you, don't pick up Tell him I left you for someone easy Who now has everything you desire And to the bartender, another shot of tito, and I'm not talking about the red one Tell him to rest in peace A deadwood flow, romance is dead That I can do it for you until you get tired Until the very same day it used to happen That the nights are now divine sex I'm going to make a couple of nieces for your sister He lost even though he bet, like in a casino That you called me and now I'm on my way Wait for me in your room in lingerie To eat you up as if it were a dining room I made you believe in the Lord He did it well, but I did it better And now that you're even better, he started looking for you Tell him he shattered like a glass And every date you have could be cut short Without me asking I found out that you're done That now you're all about yourself That nothing hurts anymore And I'm out there now That you're not into feelings In the car at 200 Smoke, drink, and when he calls you, tell him I'm sorry I found out that you're done That now you're all about yourself That you don't give a damn anymore And you're happy when you sleep That you're not into feelings In the car at 200 Smoke, drink, soak up every seat Tell him that, yesterday's newspaper A message was sent and you're not worth seeing You're not a little girl, you're a woman You're not for that, don't come to mess around Dress however you want, do whatever you want You have wickedness, baby, you're not so pure And if this were a soap opera, you're the villain If you were Eve, I'd eat the apple Private networks, it doesn't ask for much Just that in bed, we sing You know I'm your devil and your saint Without talking too much I found out that you're done That now you're all about yourself That you don't give a damn anymore And you're happy when you sleep That you're not into feelings In the car at 200 Smoke, drink, soak up every seat.
