The furnace burns, the baby turns
She cries when she's hungry
The morning paper will knock the door
To interrupt their slumbers

But, are you satisfied tonight?, oh, trader's wife
as he neglects you
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls
As you wash their smell from his clothes

They shoot the horses when they're too old to race
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me?
The setting Sun has eteched lines upon this face
Shades of red of a furious defeat

Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?
As he thinks to you:
I don't know you anymore,
And I can't breathe in this apartment

Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire
They've out-numbered you
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love
A red so deep we sunk
We sunk...

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Los Rodriguez Algo Se Esta Rompiendo Lyrics
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