he used to say that my hair was black
and that my toenails were red
his hands were bigger than mine
because he was an older guy
i ain't no mysterious
he just couldn't figure me out
there have many ways to know me
maybe he never saw me this serious
he didn't knew me, oh he never did
thought i was his catwoman
with my body shapped on his hands
far away from his lands
and i have to say to myself everyday
what he did to me
whispers of love in the air
so distant from the end
and i have to say to mysef everyday
what he did to me
what he did to me...

i am that kind of girl
that no one forgets, but also no one remember
i am the one who nobody gets, the girl before the lover
oh boy, can't you see the feeling inside of me?
c'mon boy, i'll let you hate me forever
but baby you'll never forget me
forever and ever, i'll be in your mind
because, i am that kind of girl

i'm such a giver, deliver
lay yourself right in my shiver
let my tears run in the river

please grab me and squeeze me
'til acidic drops come out on your tongue
i guess you had it none

i look for and run away from you
but it looks like you do this too
turn the rage in bloom

so where's your pride? alibi?
you take these words and leave them, bye
please don't bury me here.

what is love?
to me is an mith
like a house build brick by brick
love chooses and chases people
like when god pick someone to receive a gift
love does the same
choose someone to fall in love
sometimes it will be two people
but a lot of times will only be just one
it can come and go
show up and disappear like fun
and there's many types of love
the abusive, the pretty and the unkown
i had all, had many, always above
and with all of them i had this question
what is love?