Why do you build me up
Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down, and mess me around
And then worst of all, you never call, baby
When you say you will, but I love you still
I need you, more than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up; Buttercup, don’t break my heart .
La puta madre, qué puntería que tengo eh-
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