Lobby
I
Creo que ella no me era sincera
Creo que ella era teibolera
Me saco de su cuarto tan deprisa
Que me dejo en el pasillo sin camisa
Moviendo la pelvis,
Llamando al room service
En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis..
Esa maldita cosita bulímica
Me clavo en el corazón las acrílicas
Luego se para y se va de madrugada
Sin besito, sin bye bye, sin nada
Abrió la nevera lleno la bañera
Niña manos de tijera
Y la música súbita suena y su blusa traslucida vuela,
acelera, frena y se va!
Coro
Como se supone que te encuentre
Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre
Será traerte con mi mente,
Soñar el número de tu móvil
O tropezarte en algún lobby
II
Ella no quiere que le cuentes tus problemas
Ella no quiere que le leas tus poemas
Ella prefiere herir a quien la hiere
Ella prefiere destruir a quien la quiere
Moviendo la pelvis,
Llamando al room service
En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis
Y la ropa quedaba arrugada en el piso mientras ella
hizo lo que quiso sobre mi sofá!
Coro
Como se supone que te encuentre
Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre
Será traerte con mi mente
Soñar el número de tu móvil
O tropezar en algún lobby…
Como tu pasatiempo, tu hobby
Tu juguete, me dijiste vístete y vete
Aprenda, cállese y respete.
Lobby
I
I think she wasn't honest with me
I think she was a stripper
She kicked me out of her room so quickly
That she left me in the hallway shirtless
Moving her hips,
Calling room service
In Elvis' heartbreak hotel..
That damn bulimic little thing
She pierced my heart with acrylics
Then she gets up and leaves in the early morning
No kiss, no bye bye, nothing
She opened the fridge, filled the bathtub
Scissorhands girl
And sudden music plays and her translucent blouse flies,
accelerates, stops and goes away!
Chorus
How am I supposed to find you
If you didn't even tell me your name
I'll have to bring you with my mind,
Dream your phone number
Or bump into you in some lobby
II
She doesn't want you to tell her your problems
She doesn't want you to read her your poems
She prefers to hurt those who hurt her
She prefers to destroy those who love her
Moving her hips,
Calling room service
In Elvis' heartbreak hotel
And the clothes were left wrinkled on the floor while she
did whatever she wanted on my couch!
Chorus
How am I supposed to find you
If you didn't even tell me your name
I'll have to bring you with my mind
Dream your phone number
Or stumble upon you in some lobby...
As your pastime, your hobby
Your toy, you told me to dress up and leave
Learn, shut up and respect.