| Song | Quiero, Quieres |
| Artist | Forget Cassettes |
| Album | Salt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cameron | |
| I would be nobody's number two | |
| That's what I wrote in his letter too | |
| How could a man just leave with no regrets | |
| Women start looking to replacing it | |
| Are you feeling love for it, man | |
| I think the cure is in your hands | |
| Doctor, he said I'd always be loved | |
| That my arms would always be warm enough | |
| But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move | |
| My heart's stopped, now it beats fast for you | |
| I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again | |
| Tell me the truth, if it serious, man... | |
| Put me under, starve the fever | |
| Don't feel. | |
| I am fading with every wasted second | |
| You're a lie. | |
| You're a lie. |
| zuo qu : Cameron | |
| I would be nobody' s number two | |
| That' s what I wrote in his letter too | |
| How could a man just leave with no regrets | |
| Women start looking to replacing it | |
| Are you feeling love for it, man | |
| I think the cure is in your hands | |
| Doctor, he said I' d always be loved | |
| That my arms would always be warm enough | |
| But now he' s gone and I guess I' d better move | |
| My heart' s stopped, now it beats fast for you | |
| I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again | |
| Tell me the truth, if it serious, man... | |
| Put me under, starve the fever | |
| Don' t feel. | |
| I am fading with every wasted second | |
| You' re a lie. | |
| You' re a lie. |
| zuò qǔ : Cameron | |
| I would be nobody' s number two | |
| That' s what I wrote in his letter too | |
| How could a man just leave with no regrets | |
| Women start looking to replacing it | |
| Are you feeling love for it, man | |
| I think the cure is in your hands | |
| Doctor, he said I' d always be loved | |
| That my arms would always be warm enough | |
| But now he' s gone and I guess I' d better move | |
| My heart' s stopped, now it beats fast for you | |
| I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again | |
| Tell me the truth, if it serious, man... | |
| Put me under, starve the fever | |
| Don' t feel. | |
| I am fading with every wasted second | |
| You' re a lie. | |
| You' re a lie. |