Crazy Ex-Girlfriend



I’m starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office. This is pathetic and sardonic. ...



I’m starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office. This is pathetic and sardonic. Everyone’s watching. But that’s the deal my dear. What you get is exactly what you give. So give it up to me.

Darling it is no joke, this is lyncanthropy. So objection! I don’t wanna be the exception. You don’t even bother judging the angles of this triangle. Every 20 seconds you repeat her name. Waka waka. Say it again. Tell me one more time. This isn’t over.

The moon’s awake now with eyes wide open, the moon’s my teacher and I’m her student. My will and self-restraint have come to fail now, fail now. Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent. Lucky that my breasts are small and humble so you don’t confuse them with mountains.

Baby I would climb the Andes solely to count the freckles on your body, never could imagine there were only 10 million ways to love somebody. Don’t you see baby asi es perfecto. No fighting, no fighting. I don’t really know what I’m doing. You seem to have a plan. This is your moment, no hesitation. We’re getting closer. I’m at your feet!

And I’ll play the games that you want me to play. My body’s craving, so feed the hungry. It’s like a coffee machine. That’s the deal my dear.

xoxo

Shakira, Shakira