I don?t believe you You?re telling me this now? Don?t you think it?s too late Too late! Too late!
We?ve sent invitations Presents at your door and you are such a whore A whore! A whore!
What have I done to deserve shit like that your double-dealing crap I thought we had a pact
Your dad will disown you He paid for everything Your so-called wedding dream You suck! (Yeah! You suck!) I should consider it luck! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Yeah! Alright! Let?s dance! Tonight!
(Chorus) Now I?m back on my own I?d rather be alone Than being with someone who never shows her face
Your mom just called me to ask what?s going on what have you done so wrong? So wrong! so wrong!
?We?ve sent invitations? she screamed against my head well that?s just what I said I said! I said!
I ain?t calling people to tell them this is off I think I had enough Enough! Enough!
I?m moving out of town ?Cos I?m not worth a dime The groom who got two-timed I?m through (Yeah! I?m through!) I am so through with you! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Yeah! Let?s make a toast! To the gride and to the broom! Oh! Rewind! Delete!
(Chorus) Now I?m back on my own I?d rather be alone Than being with someone who never shows her face Her real face
Compositor: William Tribino Prestes (Will) ECAD: Obra #4745310 Fonograma #1707375