Sitting at a chair´s bar
She thought in nothing better than cry
*A man move near and asked “Heartache?”
She fury and innocent answered “Men are shit!”
Man smiling added “I completely agree!”
The girl rub her eyes “Is this a try to take me to bed
I assure you it was in vain”
And there she left him as if nothing, he was empty of words
Holding heart twisting by the slam it suffered*
He didn´t knew how to answer that challenge
But she already have gone
*Chorus
Now is he who suffer a heartache
A story made up in his corners
But drink from that glass
Where the lady laid her lips
And with grieve heart he closed his eyes
*Chorus
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