The only thing that glistens/ Is the sweat which beads your forehead/When you lie (Mentirosa/La Otre Mentirosa)/Glycerin which glistens from the thumbprint in your lip begins to smile (Mentirosa/La Otre Mentirosa)/Because it knows that you're a liar, from the creases in your forehead are not there (Mentirosa/La Otre Mentirosa)/For the creases gave up long ago/They knew you wouldn't change..