The Moreno had talent out the wazoo
He was fun to kick it with too yet
I got a funny feeling and brushed it off
He was a loser from the start
And since I was doing him simply out of guilt
Instead of abandoning what was built
I threw his heart under a bridge
And I could blame him but…
then he’d matter and it wasn’t his fault.

The Rubio was beyond my reach
His mouth tasted like peach yet
I thought that I had finally fallen in love
Turned a pigeon into a dove
And since I was doing him just to steal a little bit of his shine
Instead of cultivating mine
I gave his heart back the day he let me take it
I simply couldn’t break it
And I could blame him but…
It won’t change a damn thing…I’d do it all again if he’d let me..