No tenes que ser perfecto

Arruinó su reputación en unos minutos.

I'm not a teacher, babe, but I can teach you something Not a preacher, but we can pray if you wanna Ain't a doctor, but I can make you feel better But I'm great at writing these physical love letters I'm a freak, all day, all night Hot, top, flight Boy out of sight And I'm crazy, all day, all night Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life?

And I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I? Cause now I'm breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines Who will love you? who will fight? And who will fall, far behind?