That you're calling again
Here at the door of my house, the one that was your house
That you're crying again
Because now you have nothing
It must be sad to have it all
And then see you rolling around in the mud
It's surely sad, but you looked for it
And today you have to put up with it
You should be working
You're giving second-hand shame
That everybody already knows that you're making it up
It must be sad to have it all
And then see you rolling around in the mud
It's surely sad, but you looked for it
And today you have to put up with it
You're going around saying
There's nobody that opens for you
Here we've gotten over you
Not even the dog barks at you anymore
It doesn't upset me anymore
You can't come in anymore
And I sing it to you like a ranchera
Since you're good at posting it
Look, what a shame you give me!
You should be working
You're giving second-hand shame
That everybody already knows that you're making it up
It must be sad to have it all
And then see you rolling around in the mud
It's surely sad but you asked for it
And today you have to put up with it