Dear Bed

Dear,

Since I remember the bed is one of the most mysterious places where I have been.
It is where I have suffered, cried, groaned with pleasure and even come to touch the
stars. Our bed is special and is not like any bed I have slept on. I don't say it because of
its technological advances, or because it can cool or heat on its own. Nor is it because it
is an orthopedic bed. It is the bed that has seen us grow and improve as a couple. Our
bed has our sweat, tears and corporal fluids. I know its disgusting but in such a short
time we have left our mark on this bed, not only physical but also emotional.

The first time I saw our bed, I was not your girlfriend. I was a stranger to you, a
confused girl, too worried and afraid of you. Yes, the first time I saw our bed was scared
to the point I felt it in the core of my bones. I was afraid of the man in front of me. The
man who had hurt me for months, a man who at that time I believed unable to love me.
The creature that had been sent from hell to punish me for my sins. I was afraid to
succumb to your desires, your skin and your being but to my surprise, your intentions
were different. You just wanted to sleep with me in that expensive bed. The first seconds
in that bed were the longest in my life, I did not want to touch you or feel you by my
side, I tried to hide my fear and sadness but when I am with you it is very difficult to
hide my feelings.

After the seconds were eternal and the silence was uncomfortable for us, you took
me in your arms, you sheltered me in your warm chest. At that moment I understood
that you were not the same, I understood that you were a stranger to me and that you
were afraid of me, the situation and the bed. That I was not the only broken and
miserable person in the room.

I didn't understand why you feel guilt, why you felt that way but today I
understand. It took me a long time to understand why you was a terrible person towards
to me. I don't remember who was the first person to start crying, but we both did it. We
cry for the pain, the rage, the hate, the guilt and for the damn love we felt for each other.
I must admit that I try to hate you and stop loving you. I tried, I tried to replace you
every time you broke my heart. That night I understood that I could never stop loving
you even if I try all my life. I would still love you even if you broke me in a billion pieces.

I know this letter sounds sad and miserable, but it is my letter to you and so were
the events of that first time in our bed, my love.

It took me a little time to feel comfortable and sleep in your arms, but I did. To be
honest I slept like I had never slept in my life. In your arms I felt that I was returned to
home. I felt in complete peace. It was such a peace that I wanted to return to your arms,
every night after the first time I felt more nervous, I felt less pain and hate towards you.
I felt an imaginable desire for you, I wanted to feel you. I wanted to feel your body, your
heart and your soul. Feel you for the first time. Feel your lips on mine, feel your hands
on my hips and feel your penis inside me.
I wanted love from you, T.
You gave yourself to me in that bed. I felt you, I kissed you, I forgive you and I fell
more in love with you. You don't see Love ? After that night, I wanted to be by your
side forever.
After that night, we also forgot why that bed was important. There were occasions that I
felt alone and cold. I felt miserable again in our bed and I tried everything not to return
to our bed. I hated feeling lonely, cold and misunderstood.

We began to argue more, to tell each other horrible things and we stopped being that
couple that loved each other in that special bed. We stopped caring or showing love, and
I let my fear to control me and I left 2 times. You didn’t know how to bring me back to

you, your indifference pushed me to other path. After that time, without seeing each
other, I thought it was all over. I started feeling better and making plans. I started to
concentrate my energy and my time on other people, instead you couldn't let me go so
easily. You came back to me, this time you promised not to let me go, stay in my life
even if I didn't want to.

You accepted my whimsical and my demands without complaints or
inconvenience. You showed me more of you and you allowed me to see the true person
you are. A person who feels and suffers, a man who knows what he wants, a man willing
to fight for what he loves and desires. A man of convictions, principles and above all
with hidden abilities. Yes, you are a mystery to me. You are funny, incredible, intelligent,
bright and arrogant. You can be as cold as winter and warm as heat in a spring morning.
You are also afraid and insecure like me, and your imagination can let your jealousy fly.

After a few days we return to our bed, to that special and broken place. I no
longer remember how the discussion happened but without predicting it you asked me
to be yours. The way you asked me was the most surprising thing, the disappointment,
confusion and anger we felt for each other while we were lying in our bed. You
convinced me to return to your side, with a title, but not royalty. You accepted me as
your partner and you also accepted my way of being. After that 8th of November…

We have had our ups and downs, discussions and solutions. I have rarely gone to
sleep sad or miserable. Every morning I wake up with you by your side, I play with your
hair, kiss your face and your lips. I touch your back and try to count your thousands of
freckles. Sometimes we have made love, sex and war in this bed. We have fought and
shouted at each other. You hugged me while I cried, you brought me back to reality after
saving me from nightmares. We have told secrets and truths. We have played and
experimented with our body, our hearts and our minds.

Although we are upset with each other we always return to that place, our safe
place. This bed is my safe heaven, it is where I always want to have you and it is where I
want to wake up by your side. I don't want to wake up with anyone else by my side, I
want to feel your angry lion snoring in my ear. I want to feel how you squeeze me when
you hold me in your sleep, I want to feel your penis pressed against my butt in the
middle of the night.

Do you have never wondered why I have never slept again in the barracks even
though I can be furious and full of rage because of you. It is because I promised never to
go back to sleep in a bed other than ours, I promised myself to always sleep by your side,
despite everything. To fight for US no matter how horrible things are. I promised to
express myself more, say what I think and feel even if it is good and bad.
Why?
Because I love you, Idiot! And you are worth fighting.
Please understand why I make you to go to bed with me, even for a few seconds.
The reason I wait for you in bed and why I always stay in bed after 0530 in Saturday
morning and my reason to be dedicated it to US.

PS. I’m going back to bed, to sleep by your side or maybe to play with your hair.
With Love,

S.

LETTER 1

Dear Lover,

I love you with all my heart. Every day I am very happy by your side. I want to grow by your
side and be the best person for you. I want to wake up with you every morning, with your
snoring in my ear, feel your warmth on my back and feel your lips on mine when I wake up. I
want to learn from you and love you freely.

Ps. Is 0936, time to get up and started cleaning baby.

With love,

Your B.M.,
Your annoying girlfriend,
And your Wifey.

S.

From the bottom of my heart

Dear E


While sometimes we may questions things in life, deep inside, I know you are the only one for me. When I’m away from you, you are the one that is continuously on my mind. Everything about you, from the way you act, to the way you love, tells me that I can be with you forever and never get tired of you. It is you that I want to sit next to as we are aging and it is you I want to rest next to. You are the only one who can make me feel the way you do. Only you are able to make me feel as if time stops when I am with you. Only you can be the one to straighten me out and chase my fears away. For this, I am forever grateful and look forward to the life we will be living together.
Understand that there are some things in life that are inevitable. I am powerless and cannot control those things. Yet, the sun will rise and set, the tide will continue, the seasons will continue to change and I will continue to love you.
From the moment I first saw you, I knew that our friendship was going to blossom into something bigger. You are the one true love in my life – the one I have been blessed with and I wouldn’t do anything to change that. You are the warmth I need to keep me away from this dark world.
I am the same person I have always been and yet, the friendship I discovered with you has grew into something bigger and better and has changed my life. I understand this love we have will require time and attention and I am perfectly fine with that. Yes, we have our down times, but we have more ups than downs.
You know, while thinking, I discovered there is something mysterious about this relationship between you and I. This relationship is almost a thing in itself and yet, it is something no one can see or touch. Because of you, I have seen good changes in me and that is something no one else was able to do. I am interested in more things because you are interested in those things – I am sharing so much with you and have told you things I would have never told anyone else. You have helped me change, grow and expand and I thank you for this. I am a much better person because of you – you are the one who has made me stronger and happier.
Before you came into my life, there wasn’t much to me – I was an average guy with an average life – I was down to earth, but there was a sadness in my heart. I was missing something. Today, I realized exactly what I was missing. It was you. Now that you are here with me, I feel as if my life is complete – I no longer feel as if I am missing something. When I go home at night, from work, I am happy, because I know there is someone that will be waiting for me. In the past, when I went home after work, I went home to an empty house – surely, you could relate to me on this filling.
Every day, when I am at work, I wonder what you’re doing – I imagine me sitting next to you and cannot wait to get home to you so I can give you a big kiss. Every day, it is you that I look forward to and it is you that makes my life worth living. Honestly, I don’t know what I would ever do without you.
I love you and I will always love you from the bottom of my heart.
Love always,

S.

The man thats loves you to the day he dies

Dear E,

So, I was thinking about you, and how much you mean to me. I started to wonder how I could tell you. I thought maybe I could buy you roses, but rose are so cliché.

Then I thought about playing a song for you on my guitar, but I dont know how to play. I was going to take you to see Beauty and the Beast, but you have already seen that movie.

I was really at a loss to what I should do. I then thought I would buy a card for you, but I thought I could do something better.

Then I thought of a better idea. I would write you a letter. Only problem is I am not a writer.

I am not a writer, but when ever I look at you I am filled with words. I am not a dancer, but when I’m with you I move and groove.

I am not a pilot, but your love makes me fly high. I am not an actor, but being with you makes me understand Shakespeare.

I don’t know karate or crazy, but if someone were to mess with you I’d learn both. I am not a cook but you are so hot I can cook anything.

I am just a boring man, yet you are the woman that makes me want to climb mountains, fly jet planes, and do flips, just to see you.

When I am with you I feel like a prize winning boxer, a movie star, a rock star, even a sex symbol. You raise me up when I am down.

I am a slob, but when you are around I clean up… Well, maybe not clean up. Maybe, I still don’t understand Shakespeare, and the words in my head are all gibberish.

All the dances I know are from the 90’s, I’m afraid of spiders, and I don’t have the time or money to learn Karate or Crazy. I still think you are special.

You are more special than my crappy writing. You are more special than my two left feet. You are way more special than Shakespeare. You are special because you are with me.

Uniquely Yours,

The man that loves you to the day he dies.

Dear E

                                                                                                                           May 2
Dear E,

I just wish you were here right now so I could tell you this,

I  am your home and I am going to miss you so much. I am going to miss the little things you do like calling me Papi or Baby. I am going to miss being able to hold you, kiss you, everything about you. You just don't know what you do to me; every time I see you I feel complete, every time you smile I feel bliss, every time I talk to you it makes my day. But not knowing if I'll ever hold you, look into your eyes and kiss you again scare's the hell out of me.

My heart aches at the thought of not being with you. I cherish the time we spend together - every laugh, every kiss, talking, putting our hands together. I cherish you, I am beyond lucky and I'm so glad I found you. I would give anything just for you to be in my arms; without you I feel so empty. When I'm with you there is just this feeling, my heart starts to beat faster I just feel so good like I can fly. It's like all the love flows through me.

When you come back to me to hold you, I will feel so complete and I will love holding you and I will never want to let go. I want to hold you and tell you everything's going to be okay, I want to comfort you. I know you have been hurt before and so have I and I never want to hurt you. I want to hold you and make the bad feelings go away, yours and mine. I want to hold you and make you feel safe, protected, supported, loved. When I am going to hold you it's like nothing else matters except you and me…I want to take you to a place, where time stops and there's nothing to worry about except you and me - the important things in life. I want to talk more about you and the troubles you're going through so I can help you, even more, I want to be with you so you can forget them and put your mind at ease so you don't stress out about everything.

We have all the time in the world to talk or do whatever. I wish I could take you somewhere just you and me so we could relax and be free and forget about all our troubles. So I can treat you like a you are like you are my queen, the way you should always be treated. You are my queen. How can I tell you, you mean more to me than life itself? I love you more than life and each passing day. Just loving you has its own rewards, I never want to fight or argue with you, I just want to love you.

Every time I'm away from you I feel so empty. I think that's why I push for us to be together when you don't have any free time. It is unbearable, all these miles away from you feeling empty inside, wanting to fly to you but can't because of our schedules, I feel so bad because of that. I am just trying to make up for lost time. I wanted to be with you so bad it hurts. Each minute away from you feels like an eternity. I am so far gone in love with you.

I hurt when you hurt, when you're sad I feel it. When you're depressed I'm depressed. I love you so much and I don't hate when you're sad, I want you to be happy like you have made me and I'm so glad I found you. I would do anything to see you smile. I wish I could take away all the troubles in your life. But all I can do is comfort you and support you and be here if you need me, but I wish I could do more for you. I want/need to help you.

Love is not just saying I love you or something to that special person, it's so much more than that. It's helping, supporting, being there for them, standing by their side no matter what happens and doing anything you can for them, forgive and forget whatever mistakes they made and that's what I want to do for you, Babe. I wish I could hold you and comfort you and make you feel comfortable and happy. I can only hope the things I do, say and write bring you happiness like you have given me. You are my heart and if I can do anything to please you, I will.

You mean so much to me and I'm lucky to have you. I cherish the ground you walk on, I cherish everything about you, and I cherish you. You mean everything to me, you are special to me and you make me so happy and I feel so free when I'm around you. You're always on my mind. I think of you everyday, sometimes when I see something or hear a song, I think of you.

I think about you all the time and I worry about you. I always wonder how you feel, how you're doing, what you're doing. I don't want you to have to go through that alone, you may think you have to go at that alone but that's not true. I'm here to help you, I want to support you and I worry about that. I don't want you to worry or be depressed or be stressed out about something. I want to help you and comfort you; I want to try to make you as happy as you make me. You mean the world to me. All I want to do is hold you and love you and make all your troubles go away, I wish I could tell you this in person.

I just want to make you so happy, so happy that you would feel as though you could fly. Babe, let's make this work, lets find a way to make our dreams a reality. To live together, to get married, have children, grow old, and love each other like each day is our last.  I need you ... my heart needs you and I feel so empty without you.

Love always,

S.

Words from my heart

Querido Big B.

Tu llevas tiempo preguntando si yo volveré a escribir y muchas veces te he contestado que no sabría cuándo, que tal vez nunca vuelva a escribir. Creo que ambos sabríamos que sería imposible porque estas palabras llegaron a mi como el viento que sopla del oriente hasta llegar a cada rincón más oscuro y solitario de mi habitación.

Tu estarás emocionado en saber que te hare inmortal en mis palabras, relájate nada malo saldrá de mis pensamientos. Saldrán cosas buenas y espero que estas palabras permanezcan siempre en nuestra memoria. Todo lo que escribo sale de mi corazón, espero que entiendas lo importante que es esto para mí.

Por donde debería empezar B. tal vez por cómo nos conocimos ¿debería decirle al mundo?, no. Es mejor guardarnos el secreto. Debería decirle como me miraste la primera vez que me viste, me viste como si fuera la primera y la única. Fue una sensación que aún permanece en mi estómago hasta el día de hoy. Porque cada vez que me miras haces que me pierda en tu sonrisa y en tus ojos. También debería revelar como me haces sonrojar, en el modo que tus chistes, complementos y tus locuras alteran mi ritmo cardiaco. Tu hace que mi corazón palpite rápido, que las risas no se detengan y que toda la sangre se acumule en mi rostro.

Eres el único que hace eso.

Cuando hace eso todo mi rostro se vuelve un tomate que arde al sol, ¿deberían saber lo mucho que te gusta hacer eso? Como te gusta provocarme, como te gusta que haga caras… bueno te gustan todas mis muecas menos verme llorar o triste.

La primera vez que me viste llorar pude ver la desesperación en tus ojos, deseabas tenerme en tus brazos. Querías protegerme y hacerme sentir segura, pero como podrías hacerme sentir con lo mucho que le tengo miedo al amor. ¿Cómo podrías amarme si soy una mala persona? No sé cómo lo haces, pero me quieres de una manera diferente a los demás. Bueno eso es lo que me dejas ver y me demuestras.

La primera que te vi, supe que no era como los demás. Fue un sentir raro en mi ser y todos los días me has demostrado que no tengo la razón. Que siempre estoy errónea sobre los hombres…que aún hay hombres buenos. Porque eres una persona que me brinda tranquilidad, sonrisas y alguna cosita que aun yo no puedo entender.

Yo lo entiendo todo, pero contigo es frustrante no entender lo que pasa entre nosotros, lo que sucede en mí y lo que pasa por tu cabeza.

Algunas personas me han preguntado que siento por ti y hasta ahora no sabría cómo explicarlo y yo no se lo quiero explicar al mundo ¿Por qué debería? Es mi pequeño y muy agradable secreto. Lo que yo siento por ti… es que simplemente yo lo quiero compartir contigo y solamente contigo…. Pero antes de dormir me pongo a pensar que pasaría si no eres tan bueno como te presentas ante mis ojos. Tengo miedo que me lastimes y que me rompas como los demás. No quiero sentirme así contigo porque no es justo para ti porque no tienes la culpa del daño que me han hecho. Me digo a mi misma que debo luchar contra mis propios demonios y dejar que me quieras. Que yo debo descubrir que eres real, que eres sincero y bueno. Todo esto me resulta como un cuento de hadas.

¿Que eres para mí?

Tu eres lo que tanto yo buscaba en mis sueños, lo que tanto pedía y suplicaba a tantas almas.

En ocasiones durante el día, mientras conduzco, cuando estoy ocupada o simplemente cuando mi cuerpo funciona voluntariamente divago en mi imaginación. Imagino mi mano sobre la tuya, el calor que puede sentir mi mano junto a la tuya… ¿me sudaran las manos si nos tomamos las manos? ¿mi mano será más pequeña que la tuya? Aun no lo sé y eso me da mucha curiosidad.

También me pongo a imaginar las cosas que podríamos hacer juntos, ir a la playa a escuchar las olas bailar a un ritmo anormal, ir al Morro en San Juan a ver a los niños correr y jugar mientras tu y yo disfrutamos de un helado. ¿Cuál sería tu sabor? Mi helado tendría como sabor el coco y la parcha. ¿te gustaría la parcha? Buena pregunta. La parcha es agria y dulce al mismo tiempo; tal vez podríamos ir a cenar en un restaurante frente al mar.

¿Qué haríamos en ese restaurante?

 Tal vez hacer todo al revés, comer el postre primero y las siguientes comidas en un orden que volvería loco al mesero. Tal vez de esa cena ir a caminar en la arena, ¿sostendrías mis zapatos mientras me tomas del brazo? Si me da frio ¿me darías tu abrigo o me darías calor con tus brazos grandes?

Junto a ti me veo tan pequeña y frágil, siento que podrías defenderme físicamente, pero ¿podrías defender mi corazón? Eso no lo sabemos aún, porque tengo tanto miedo y no sé qué nos espera el futuro. Porque yo soy como la luna, cambio constantemente no soy neutral. No está en mi naturaleza ser la misma, ser constante y simple. Al contrario, mi naturaleza me pide a grito que sea diferente, espontánea y liberal y supongo que es lo que más te gusta a ti de mí. No soy como esas chicas de tu cuidad o de los suburbios, soy una chica de una isla muy pequeña y divertida.

Así me siento cuando estoy contigo libre, aunque sienta una conexión muy fuerte y real.

Siento que puedo ser yo misma contigo, que puedo decir cualquier estupidez y que no me vas a juzgar. Siempre que nos reímos son de cosas que tienen que ver con el uno y con el otro. Son risas llenas de inocencia y cariño, nosotros no vemos maldad entre nosotros. Junto a ti estoy aprendiendo a ser comunicativa, mas bondadosa y mas compresiva. Me estas enseñando a perdonar y a seguir adelante, gracias.

Me gusta las caras que haces y tus expresiones faciales porque me hacen que me olvide de los problemas y de las cosas malas que me pasan por la cabeza. Cuando hablamos haces que se me olvide todo, los problemas, el dolor y las preocupaciones.

Las pesadillas casi no me molestan y los recuerdos ya casi me resultan indiferente, cuando me siento triste con tu sonrisa haces que yo vuelva a ti.

Tu sonrisa me encanta, tus pecas, tus ojos que son como mar con su tono verdoso y azulado al mismo tiempo y sin contar esos atributos físico que me resultan… no lo pienso decir (mis mejillas están teñidas rojas). Me gustas mucho chico, cada vez quiero decir lo mucho que te quiero.

Enserio, ¡te quiero muchooooo!

Ya quiero probar tus labios carnosos, sentir tu calor emerger de tu cuerpo, me encantaría sentir tus manos sobre la mías y yo quiero escuchar tu corazón latir. Quiero hacer esas cosas de parejas contigo, esas cosas que nunca he hecho. Quiero acostarme a tu lado y despertar a tu lado, tu agarrándome de la cintura, tu respiración en mi cuello y tus ronquidos sonando en toda la habitación. Quiero que veas más de mí, mi mundo y todo lo que no has visto de este mundo. Quiero que pongas tu oído sobre mi pecho, quiero que escuches mi respiración y como late mi corazón. Tal vez escuches pedazos rotos y un corazón jodido, pero con ganas de latir.

En este momento yo estoy aprendiendo amar nuevamente, a confiar y hacer estas cosas de pareja. Por lo tanto, tu eres mi maestro y yo tu más inquieta alumna.

Tú también te preguntaras como yo:

¿Cómo puedo quererte?

 ¿Cómo puedes provocar todos esos sentimientos?

 ¿Cómo puedes?

Esas respuestas solo la tenemos para nosotros mismo.

En ocasiones pienso que te divierte el saber lo que provocas en mí, todo lo que provocas en mí son cosas buenas, raras y nuevas en mí. ¿Qué provoco yo en ti?, por favor no respondas.

Me da miedo el saber lo que piensas de mí, porque todo en ti es un misterio. Eso es lo que me gusta de ti, no eres como los demás. Me dejas esperando más, tu no haces lo que quiero y no te dejas intimidar. Siempre me sorprendes y nunca haces lo que espero. Tu siempre estás buscando la manera de volverme loca con emociones, con tus locuras y con tu manera de ser. No te conformas con un “nada” (nothing) o un “enserio, no tengo nada”. Buscas la manera de que ese nada se algo, porque no te gusta que me guarde las cosas. Te gusta que sea libre, original y yo.

Todo de ti me gusta, incluso las cosas que usualmente no me gusta de los hombres, pero me gusta en ti. Me gusta que seas un adicto al trabajo y al gimnasio, que quieras verte mejor para mí, cuando ya lo eres. Estas como un 8.2 aun con tus defectos y si fueras un 6.5 aun así te estaría escribiendo porque lo que más me gusta de ti no es tu físico. Es la persona que eres, tranquila, honesta, dulce, graciosa, inteligente (eres muy inteligente, solo que tu inteligencia es diferente a la mía), fuerte, valiente porque lo soportas todo y arriesgado porque lo quieres intentar conmigo.

Aun sabiendo que estoy rota, sabiendo que mi corazón está muy jodido. Quieres intentarlo conmigo, se cuál es mi valor y cuan hermosa soy yo, pero no suficiente para que alguien este conmigo en este momento y aun así quieres arriesgarte. Eres un lunático por quererme y por aceptarme con mis defectos, mis cicatrices, mis problemas y mis demonios.

Ya perdí la cuenta de todas las veces que te digo “¿Que voy hacer contigo?” porque realmente no sé qué hacer con alguien como tú, alguien tan joven, tan sencillo y tan buen corazón. Tu corazón es mil veces mejor que el mío y por favor no demuestres modestias, porque sabes que es verdad.

Tal vez todo por ahora suena como un cuento de Disney, pero por ahora suena increíble para mí. Por favor has que sea permanente, que esto dure más allá del tiempo. No quiero volver a estar como estaba antes de conocerte. Me sentía perdida, triste y llena de odio, culpa y resentimiento, por favor sigue sacando lo mejor de mí.

Por favor no te vayas, quédate un poco más, aunque al final te vayas como todo el mundo hace en mi vida.

Mientras te quedas un rato más, quiéreme, acéptame y no me olvides.

Ps. Ya amaneció y aún no he visto tu sonrisa sincera, espero verte pronto.

Con toda sinceridad,

Con cariño,

Sin sarcasmo y

Con amor por vos…

S.

Bad Reputation- Shaw Mendes

She got a bad reputation
She takes the long way home
And all of my friends seen her naked
Or so the story goes
Mistakes we all make them
But they won't let it go, no
Cause she's got a bad reputation
But I know what they don't, hmm

And I don't care what they say about you baby
They don't know what you've been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you

She got a bad reputation
Nobody gets too close
A sight of a soul when it's breaking
Making my heart grow cold
And into the deeper she's sinking
I'm begging her please don't let go
She's got a bad reputation
But she's all that... all I want, though
Hmm, yeah

And I don't care what they say about you baby
They don't know what you've been through
And trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you

Ah, ah, ah, ooh
Ah, ah, ah, ooh

Nobody knows the way that I, I know her, said
Nobody knows the weight that's on her shoulders, said
Nobody knows the way that I, I know her, said
She got a bad, she got a bad

Nobody knows the way that I, I know her, said
Nobody knows the weight that's on her shoulders, said
Nobody knows the way that I, I know her, said
She got a bad, she got a bad

And I don't care what they say about you baby
They don't know what you've been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you

And I don't care what they say about you baby
They don't know what you've been through
Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady
Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you

She got a bad reputation
She takes the long way home

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Me gusta esta cancion porque nadie me conoce pero mi reputacion es mas grande de lo que deberia ser:

Soy una puta 

soy una mandona

soy una mala persona

soy una mujer misteriosa
soy un tumor
soy un demonio
soy un ser sin alma

soy todo eso o tal vez sea menos de lo que todos piensan...

solo digo las apariencias engañan :)

Linda noche