T¨², sin m¨¢s porqu¨¦,

T¨² que b¨¦same,

T¨² me tienes de furriel,

De un roto de tu piel.

T¨², como la cal,

Que h¨²meda es mortal,

T¨², blanqueas mi raz¨®n,

Calando hasta el colch¨®n.

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², montada en m¨ª,

Yo, motura hostil,

T¨², me abrazas con los pies,

Y yo lamo el arn¨¦s.

T¨², y sin ti yo no.

T¨², y sin ti ya no.

T¨², me has hecho dimitir,

Y hoy yo se dice asi:

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨², t¨².

T¨², t¨², t¨².