Hit me, if I want to stay at home this Friday night
Hit me darling, if I said that you were wrong you´re always right
OH! Our love is hollow, dripping whisky and glue
I'll be back to sorrow, all because of you
'Cause you're the perfect kind of girl to me
Shout me, if you sick and tired of me and you want me out
Spit it out, darling; don't keep it any longer inside of you
OH! Our love is hollow, dripping whisky and blue
I'll be back to sorrow all because of you
'Cause you are the perfect kind of girl to me
Is better not to play if there´s something you can break...