Chica Almodovar
"un poco lista... Un poquitín boba"
"un poco lista... Un poquitín boba"
I lay asleep tonight thinking about you,
Missing you is something I dread to do,
You are the cause of every heart ache of mine,
So I’m sick and tired of all these tears,
Much thoughts about you fill my broken heart and soul,
No time, no space can ever replace you here,
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