Después de todo, me alegra no ser tu tipo.

 

 

For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't

So don't bother,
I'll be fine, Promise you won't ever see me cry

And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry