Razorblade (cumbia version)

Oh, the razorblade
That's what I call love
I bet you'd pick it up and mess around
With it if I put it down
It get's extremely complicated
Anything to forget everything
You've got to take me out at least once a week
Whether I'm in your arms or I'm at your feet
At times it's not that complicated
You won't say it now
But in your heart it's loud
Oh, no
My feelings are more important than yours
Oh-oh-oh, drop dead
I don't care, I won't worry
Anymore

Oh, the razorblade
Wish it would snap this rope
The world is in your hands or it's at your throat
At times it's not that complicated
Everything to forget anything
He would never talk, but he was not shy
She was a street smart girl but she would not lie
They were perfect for each other
You would say it now
But in your heart it's loud
Oh, no
My feelings are more important than yours
Oh-oh-oh, drop dead
I don't care, I won't worry
Oh!

Sweetheart
My feelings are more important, of course
Anything that wanted everything that we would take from them
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
No
Don't
Okay