Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The McCharmlys
Performer
Angelica Monroy
Lead Vocals
Eddie Gutiérrez
Electric Guitar
Carlos Canovas
Bass Guitar
Bobby Greenig
Drums
David Valenzuela
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angelica Monroy
Songwriter
Lyrics
What an awful thing to say
When you just won't get your way
There was nothing I could do
I was so in love with you
You said you'd rather see me dead
Those awful things mess with my head
And although my love was true
I can't forgive the things you do
Baby
You're a mess and I'm depressed
You don't deserve me in my Sunday best
How can we love with so much hurt
You know you threw my love in the dirt
You know I hate it when you drink
You piss me off when you don't think
Smoke cigarettes that rot your teeth
But I loved what's underneath
It's just not fair to live in lies
Still talk to girls that I despise
And although my love was always true
I can't forgive the things you do
Baby
You're a mess and I'm depressed
You don't deserve me in my Sunday best
How can we love with so much hurt
You know you threw my love in the dirt
Written by: Angelica Monroy