La Independiente (part. Pitizion)
Ella llegó vestida de rojo
Se puso a bailar enfrente de mí, picándome el ojo
Yo la miré de arriba a abajo
Le dije sin relajo tranquila que conmigo
Tú no va a pasar trabajo y ella dijo
Puede ser, ese cuento me lo sé
Tú mejor tómate un trago, tranquilo que yo pago
Y yo pensé en voz alta que fue Dios el que la trajo
Y ella dijo: Puede ser, vamo' a ver
Y me tocó sufrir
Porque es inteligente, quizá diferente
No supe qué decir
Que no puedo con ella, que mujer tan bella
Y me tocó sufrir
Pero aunque diga que no yo sigo como un loco tras su huella
Que a mí me pone caliente, una mujer independiente
La Piti', La Pitizion
Yo un whisky en las rocas él tomaba vino
Creo que un Malbec de esos argentinos
La pasamos bien
Pero no soy de las que van de cero a cien
Me llevó pa' mi casa dije: Luego te escribo
De la puerta no pasas no te las tires de vivo
¿Qué tal el loco?
Si lo que dura va poquito a poco
Y le tocó sufrir
Porque le hablé de frente, pienso diferente
No supo qué decir
Para su propuesta, tuve una respuesta
Le tocó sufrir
Aunque le diga que no él sigue como un loco tras mi huella
Porque lo pone caliente una mujer independiente
(Independiente, una mujer independiente)
Ella volvió al mismo sitio
Todo cambió ya no anda sola
Anda conmigo
The Independent (feat. Pitizion)
She arrived dressed in red
Started dancing in front of me, winking at me
I looked her up and down
I told her without hesitation, relax, with me
You won't have a hard time, and she said
It could be, I know that story
You better have a drink, relax, I'll pay
And out loud I thought it was God who brought her
And she said: It could be, let's see
And I had to suffer
Because she's smart, maybe different
I didn't know what to say
That I can't handle her, such a beautiful woman
And I had to suffer
But even if she says no, I keep following her like a crazy person
She makes me hot, an independent woman
La Piti', La Pitizion
I had a whiskey on the rocks, he drank wine
I think a Malbec from those Argentinians
We had a good time
But I'm not one to go from zero to a hundred
He took me to my house, I said: I'll text you later
Don't go past the door, don't act smart
How's the crazy one?
If what lasts goes little by little
And he had to suffer
Because I spoke to him directly, I think differently
He didn't know what to say
To his proposal, I had an answer
He had to suffer
Even if I tell him no, he keeps following me like a crazy person
Because an independent woman makes him hot
(Independent, an independent woman)
She returned to the same place
Everything changed, she doesn't walk alone anymore
She walks with me