She always knows how to put it in just the perfetc words...
I wouldn't hate him if I didn't love him.
Only people you love drive you to hate, don't you now that yet?
The ones you don't give a cucumber for, who cares what they think, right?
When someone does something cruel, te mata!
That's how we are, we mexicanas, puro coraje y pasion.
That's what we're made of.
We love like we hate.
Backward and forward, past, present, and future.
To love is a terrible, wonderful thing.
The pleasure reminds you- I am alive!
But the pain reminds you of the same thing- Ay! I am alive.
I was all right in the day.
In the daytime it was easy to be brave.
It was when I lay down to sleep, that's when I'd let myself cry.
Only people you love drive you to hate, don't you now that yet?
The ones you don't give a cucumber for, who cares what they think, right?
When someone does something cruel, te mata!
That's how we are, we mexicanas, puro coraje y pasion.
That's what we're made of.
We love like we hate.
Backward and forward, past, present, and future.
To love is a terrible, wonderful thing.
The pleasure reminds you- I am alive!
But the pain reminds you of the same thing- Ay! I am alive.
I was all right in the day.
In the daytime it was easy to be brave.
It was when I lay down to sleep, that's when I'd let myself cry.