Hey - Liana Flores

Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear This song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want What ever you need I wonder how many fingers Filthy from browsing through Postcards with views Have touched the sugar cube I put in my mouth To sweeten things up Everybody's just looking down On miniatures of important statues Comparing them at every boutique They're cheaper over there But those were bigger And there's no room in my suitcase Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear this song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want What ever you need Oh the air is too humid The food is shitty The beds are too hard It's far away from the beach The only thing around The corner is the ATM So we spend our money At the hotel bar Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear this song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want What ever you need Boring, ugly, hot, shitty The weather's even worse Smelly, rotten, old, dirty They stole my purse Boring, ugly, hot, shitty The weather's even worse Smelly, rotten, old, dirty They stole my purse We didn't come here to be satisfied We didn't come here to be satisfied We didn't come here to be satisfied No... that's pretty difficult Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear this song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want What ever you need

A big beautiful brain with a pretty face, yeah A babydoll with a briefcase, yeah A hot little hurricane 'Cause I'm feminine and soft, but I'm still a boss, yeah Red lipstick but still so raw, yeah Marilyn Monroe in a monster truck 'Cause I can be zen, and I can be the storm, yeah Smell like a rose, and I pierce like a thorn, yeah Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little ba-a-by You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me No-o-o-o-oh, no way No-o-o-o-oh, no way No-o-o-o-oh, no way You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me (Br-br-break me) Yeah, I bounce back like a pro 'cause I'm so resilient LOL at your limits Keep your penny thoughts, I'm making a mint 'Cause I can be zen, and I can be the storm, yeah Smell like a rose, and I pierce like a thorn, yeah Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little ba-a-by You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me No-o-o-o-oh, no way No-o-o-o-oh, no way No-o-o-o-oh, no way You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me (Br-br-break me) I ain't got no strings (No strings, no strings) I'm no one's little puppet Got my own cha ching in my chubby little wallet And secretly you love it (You fucking love it) And secretly you love it Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little ba-a-by You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me No-o-o-o-oh Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little baby You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me No-o-o-o-oh, no way (No) No-o-o-o-oh, no way (No way) No-o-o-o-oh, no way (Uh-uh) You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me (Br-br-break me)

Escucho al viento, soplar cada vez más Y sé que la lluvia, ya no te mojará Cuantas cosas quisiera preguntar Nadie respondería lo que quiero escuchar Y tu ausencia no la puedo soportar Y volveré, a ese lugar Con flores para dejar Esperando ver todo terminar Son muchos los recuerdos que veo pasar De tu mano, no me quiero soltar Porque cuando me aleje ya no podré mirar Esos ojos ya no me acompañarán Y volveré, a ese lugar Con flores para dejar Respirando angustia y soledad Siento un corte en el alma Que no podré curar Soportando la carga de este amor Que me queda guardado No puedo dartelo Y tu ausencia no la puedo soportar Y volveré, a ese lugar Con flores para dejar