Let's give a bachata masterclass
And I don't see any remorse in her
Because the aftermath of her cheating
Makes her feel superior
We fell hard into her claws
We don't know who was dumber, you or me
The last fools, one song
Where we sent her to hell and she died
I hope she suffers in the flesh
We're the last ones who saw her inside
Inside she's wicked, her heart is black
She’s got the skill to tie you down
Dressed like a little angel
I suggest a truce, I don't wanna be your rival
Over that damn girl who paid us back wrong
Late but by now she must know she's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Tonight it's an orgy of bachata and booze
These kings don't want pain from a so-called queen
Look, the pros just showed up
It's your supreme king, chichi
The last fools, one song
Where we sent her to hell and she died
I hope she suffers in the flesh
We're the last ones who saw her inside
Inside she's wicked, her heart is black
She’s got the skill to tie you down
Dressed like a little angel
I suggest a truce, I don't wanna be your rival
Over that damn girl who paid us back wrong
Late but by now she must know she's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Tonight it's an orgy of bachata and booze
These kings don't want pain from a so-called queen
We share the pain, disgrace and sentence
For being the last ones that brunette fooled
On my knees, drunk, rosary in hand
I beg God to punish her, no mercy for her
Hope the Devil takes her, we're gonna enjoy it
Hope the Devil takes her, we're gonna enjoy it
Cause she played with you and me, that damn wretch
Let hell burn, we'll celebrate it
You motherf*cking b*tch!