Greetings from Aunt Mara, she asks how
I gave you everything but, but you want my heart
Singing to me, 'Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro'
It's my fault, it's your fault
Some things you do in two, three, fou-
Missing what you did to me, da-ba-dee-da
That your scent won't leave my thoughts
I know I messed up, but who doesn't mess up?
All good, but then I've got a question in my head
You can't leave me in heaven in a room
I miss what you did to me
Maybe it's 'cause I love you, what confusion
An Italian Saturday outside on the balcony with the ladies
Talking about us like in an old movie
Like Pink Floyd, I wish you were here
Heart scratched like on a CD
Like when it skips, skips, skips, skips
It's my fault, it's your fault
Some things you do in two, three, fou-
Missing what you did to me, da-ba-dee-da
That your scent won't leave my thoughts
I know I messed up, but who doesn't mess up?
All good, but then I've got a question in my head
You can't leave me in heaven in a room
I've got a love compilation for you
One song won't be enough for me to find the words
You know what I'd do for you
I know I messed up, but who doesn't mess up?
All good, but then I've got a question in my head
You can't leave me in heaven in a room
I miss what you did to me