Materialismo Sexual
No me interesa tu voz, solo el shape de tu nariz
El cuerpo y la belleza de un frío maniquí
Como te ves de noche gloriosa junto a mí
No importa si tienes el cerebro de un maní
Tú me quedas muy bien, te va mi sex appeal
Mereces mi mirada y el bulto en mi jean
Total, es el materialismo sexual
Total, es el materialismo sexual
Tú necesitas de mí, soy todo un figurín
Destaco entre la chusma que existe por aquí
Verdad que eres muy bella, no vayas por ahí
Sería un desperdicio que no estés junto a mí
A mí me gustas tú, tenemos porvenir
Nunca mires a nadie, que te miren a ti
Total, es el materialismo sexual
Total, es el materialismo sexual
Estamos juntos lo dos con este ala atroz
Me envidian las muchachas me envidian los playboys
Tú me quedas muy bien, te va mi sex appeal
Mereces mi mirada y el bulto en mi jean
No me interesa tu voz, solo el shape de tu nariz
El cuerpo y la belleza de un frío maniquí
Como te ves de noche gloriosa junto a mí
No importa si tienes el cerebro de un maní
Total, es el materialismo sexual
Total, es el materialismo sexual
El túnel del bus
Te espero abajo en el túnel del bus
Te espero vestida de negro y azul
Hoy quiero que sea una cita especial
Iremos callados en la oscuridad
Y hablaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor
Nos iremos a un rincón
Donde nada puedas ver ( bis )
Yo debo saber cual de ellas eres tú
Te quiero con tus aretes de bambú
Debemos tener discreción al mirar
Que nadie sepa que nos vamos a amar
Y hablaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor
Nos iremos a un rincón
Donde nada puedas ver ( 3 veces )
Ya no hay fuerzas para estar en pie
No veo la luz de tu miel a piel
Hemos perdido toda señal
Que va como sales de acá
Y hablaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor
Nos iremos a un rincón
Donde nada puedas ver ( bis )
Hablaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor
Nos iremos a un rincón
Donde nada puedas ver, conversaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor, conversaremos de amor
Y hablaremos de amor, nos iremos a un rincón
Nos iremos a un rincón, conversaremos de amor
Conversaremos de amor....
El rey del ah ah ah
Hace años mil hubo una princesa que no podía vivir
Sin hacer ah ah ah
Ella solía dormir en un súper king size con soldaditos mil
Y una gran orquesta
Ellos tocaban si, tocaban sin para y así nadie iba a oír
El feroz ah ha ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Pasaba por ahí un trovador bacán, llevaba un calcetín
Justo en la zona ah
Él escucho el gemir que delató el clímax
Se quito el calcetín, y decidió trepar
Subió hasta el ventanón y descubrió el vitral
Dijo "ahora vengo yo el rey del ah ah ah"
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
La princesa lo vio y ordenó descansar
"a ver buen trovador que me vas a enseñar"
El se quitó el sacón y se peinó para atrás
Y le ordenó a la orquesta un ritmo más brutal, hey
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Ella empezó a aplaudir
Y el trovador bacán
Pensó dentro de sí
"ahora que me irá a dar"
La princesa pidió una venia total
Pues con el trovador ella se iba a casar
El trovador dijo no a la corona
Pues el nació siendo el rey del ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Ellos tocaban sí, tocaban sin para
Y así nadie iba a oír el feroz ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Sexual Materialism
I don't care about your voice, just the shape of your nose
The body and beauty of a cold mannequin
How glorious you look at night next to me
It doesn't matter if you have the brain of a peanut
You fit me well, you match my sex appeal
You deserve my gaze and the bulge in my jeans
After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism
You need me, I'm quite a figure
I stand out among the riffraff around here
You're truly beautiful, don't go elsewhere
It would be a waste if you're not with me
I like you, we have a future
Never look at anyone, let them look at you
After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism
We're together, the two of us with this atrocious wing
The girls envy me, the playboys envy me
You fit me well, you match my sex appeal
You deserve my gaze and the bulge in my jeans
I don't care about your voice, just the shape of your nose
The body and beauty of a cold mannequin
How glorious you look at night next to me
It doesn't matter if you have the brain of a peanut
After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism
The bus tunnel
I'll wait for you down in the bus tunnel
I'll wait for you dressed in black and blue
Today I want it to be a special date
We'll go silently in the darkness
And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (repeat)
I must know which one of them you are
I want you with your bamboo earrings
We must be discreet when looking
So no one knows we're going to love each other
And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (3 times)
There's no strength left to stand
I can't see the light of your honey on skin
We've lost all signals
That's how you leave from here
And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (repeat)
We'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything, we'll converse about love
We'll converse about love, we'll converse about love
And we'll talk about love, we'll go to a corner
We'll go to a corner, we'll converse about love
We'll converse about love...
The king of ah ah ah
Years ago, there was a princess who couldn't live
Without making ah ah ah
She used to sleep in a super king-size bed with a thousand soldiers
And a grand orchestra
They played yes, they played without stopping so no one would hear
The fierce ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
A cool troubadour passed by, wearing a sock
Right in the area ah
He heard the moaning that gave away the climax
He took off the sock and decided to climb
He climbed up to the big window and discovered the stained glass
He said, 'Now it's my turn, the king of ah ah ah'
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
The princess saw him and ordered him to rest
'Let's see, good troubadour, what are you going to teach me?'
He took off his coat and combed his hair back
And ordered the orchestra to play a more brutal rhythm, hey
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
She started to applaud
And the cool troubadour
Thought to himself
'What will she give me now?'
The princess asked for a total bow
Because she was going to marry the troubadour
The troubadour said no to the crown
For he was born to be the king of ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
They played yes, they played without stopping
So no one would hear the fierce ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha