Cheryl - Zarcort

No sé en quien confiar

Me estoy volviendo loco, yo solo

Me pierde el baraban ban baraban ban

Me llaman al phone, un número desconocido

Lo descuelgo al segundo pitido

Y suena su voz, me pilla muy desprevenido

Pregunto por su nombre de seguido

-¿Hola?

-Hola, soy Meryl, nos conocimos hace varios meses en el cheryl

Me pareciste guapo, así que mi número te dí

Me gusta tu música, yo te pedí una foto

Y una copa y tras otra, y al final pasó lo otro

-¿Lo otro?

-Si, no me creo que no te acuerdes

Bueno, pensándolo llevabas muchas verdes

Ya lo saben todos que la fiesta a ti te pierde

Pero ahora no me vengas con que ya no quieres verme

-A ver María

-Me llamo Meryl

-Bueno Meryl, creo que te equivocas porque yo recuerdo todo

Tú me diste tu número pero ni lo apunté

Porque sé que las mujeres como tú van a morder

La cuenta del banco, y es que a mi me pasa tanto

Que ya es que no me fío ni de una, te soy franco

Puede que a la cara tenga un poquito de encanto

Pero es porque soy simpático pero no soy un santo

Me estoy volviendo loco, yo solo

No sé en quien confiar

Me estoy volviendo loco, yo solo

Me pierde el baraban ban baraban ban

I don't know who to trust

I'm going crazy, I just

I lose the baraban ban baraban ban

They call me on the phone, an unknown number

I pick it up on the second beep

And her voice sounds like it, it catches me very off guard

I ask for her name often

-Hello?

-Hello, I'm Meryl, we met several months ago at the cheryl

I thought you were handsome, so I gave you my number

I like your music, I asked you for a photo

And one drink and after another, and in the end the other happened

-The other?

-Yes, I don't think you don't remember

Well come to think of it you wore a lot of greens

Everyone already knows that the party loses you

But now don't tell me that you don't want to see me anymore

-Let's see Maria

-My name is Meryl.

-Well Meryl, I think you're wrong because I remember everything

You gave me your number but I didn't even write it down

Because I know that women like you are going to bite

The bank account, and it happens to me so much

It's already that I don't trust a single one, I'm honest with you

Maybe the face has a little bit of charm

But it's because I'm nice but I'm not a saint

I'm going crazy, I just

I don't know who to trust

I'm going crazy, I just

I lose the baraban ban baraban ban