Текст и перевод песни The La Planta - Miss Lonely

Miss Lonely

Ay yo no creo que cambie, tú eres fina y el es calle.
Se puso color rosa como tusy,
Ella no jugó pero tú si,
Na na na naa
Ella quiere salir con sus panas,
Llegar borracha en la mañana
Y que no falten mis mensajes
Y que no falte marihuana.
Y lo enrola sola, siempre sola,
Llama al DJ pa' que le ponga esta rola
Que viene de varios días mejor dicho
Varios meses, de llorar por estupideces
Ay madura
La reconciliación esta dura
Yo creo difícil que encuentre la cura y sin duda
Primero vuelve pero tuvo aventuras
Desde ya voy advirtiendote
No te quiero en la disco reclamandome
Que la vieron a fulana besandome
Mami deja la bulla, esa vaina no es tuya
Desde ya voy advirtiendote
No te quiero en la disco reclamandome
Que la vieron a fulana besandome
Mami deja la bulla, cada cual en la suya
Se cansó de ser sana
Llega borrachita en la mañana
No le importa si nadie la ama
Hay mucho tiburón por en ese mar ella no nada
Ya no quiere una vida salada
Quiere algo mucho mas dulce
Un man que la impulce
No quiere con Don
Ya no quiere que una vez la usen
Esa espalda ya no va a cargar mas con tus cruces
Y si la ves con otro por en medio no cruces
Y lo enrola sola, siempre sola,
Llama al DJ pa' que le ponga esta rola
Que viene de varios días mejor dicho
Varios meses, de llorar por estupideces
Ay madura
La reconciliación esta dura
Yo creo difícil que encuentre la cura y sin duda
Primero vuelve pero tuvo aventuras
Y no te pega, te levanta

Miss Lonely

Hey honey, I don't think you ever will change, you're classy and he's from the streets.
She twisted your words up like a game.
She didn't play, but you did.
Na na na naa
She wants to go out with her homies,
Get home drunk in the morning
And I better not miss my texts
And there better not be any weed missing.
She rolls her own, always alone,
Calls on the DJ to play this song
That's been knocking around for days, or rather
Months, of crying over stupid things
Oh, grow up
You're making reconciliation tough
I reckon it's gonna be hard for you to find a cure and no doubt
You'll be first to run back to me, but you've been on adventures
I'm warning you right now
I don't want you hassling me at the disco
About seeing you kissing some girl
Baby, chill out, that's none of your business
I'm warning you right now
I don't want you hassling me at the disco
About seeing you kissing some girl
Baby, chill out, everyone has their own problems
She's tired of being wholesome
Comes home drunk in the morning
Doesn't care if anyone loves her
There are plenty of sharks in that sea, but she doesn't bite
She's done with that salty life
She wants something much sweeter
A man who'll support her
She's done with Don
She doesn't want to be used again
She's not going to carry your burdens anymore
And if you see her with someone else, don't jump to conclusions
She rolls her own, always alone,
Calls on the DJ to play this song
That's been knocking around for days, or rather
Months, of crying over stupid things
Oh, grow up
You're making reconciliation tough
I reckon it's gonna be hard for you to find a cure and no doubt
You'll be first to run back to me, but you've been on adventures
And he doesn't hurt you, he lifts you up