Porque Me Das Dique
Porque me das dique, señora de grupo
Que nunca supiste lo que es un querer
En los arrabales se canta la historia
Del vicio enfermizo que diste a vender
Porque me das dique, no pierdas el tiempo
Si sé que andas cola, muy cola por mí
Si en más de una vuelta tendrás que acordarte
Del hombre que supo jugarse por ti
Metele a los mangos, perdé los sentidos, en farras
Y en tangos y en loco burdel
Viviste engrupida de falsa grandeza
Tapás tu pobreza con falso oropel
Metele a la vida, sacale partido
Cambiando de nido, de pilcha y gavión
Total a tu pinta ya poco le falta
Pa' ser de las tantas que van al montón
Porque me das dique, al pasar mostrando
Fuleros bacanes que tallan de a cien
Tal vez has pensado que a mí me dio bronca
Saber que has vendido tu cuerpo otra vez
Porque me das dique, si solo mis besos
Será lo más puro que habrá en tu vivir
Y cuando la viaba sientas de los años
Señora de grupo, pensarás en mi
Metele a la vida, sacale partido
Cambiando de nido, de pilcha y gavión
Total a tu pinta ya poco le falta
Pa' ser de las tantas que van al montón
Why You Act All High and Mighty
Why you act all high and mighty, lady from the group
Who never knew what love is
In the slums, the story is sung
Of the sickly vice you gave to sell
Why you act all high and mighty, don't waste your time
I know you're tailing me, really tailing me
If in more than one turn you'll have to remember
The man who knew how to risk it all for you
Go all out, lose your senses, in parties
And in tangos and in crazy brothels
You lived deceived by false grandeur
Covering up your poverty with fake glitter
Go all out in life, take advantage of it
Changing nests, clothes, and rags
In the end, you're almost there
To be one of the many who end up in the heap
Why you act all high and mighty, passing by showing off
Shady rich guys who act all big
Maybe you thought that I was mad
Knowing that you've sold your body once again
Why you act all high and mighty, if only my kisses
Will be the purest thing in your life
And when the years weigh on you
Lady from the group, you'll think of me
Go all out in life, take advantage of it
Changing nests, clothes, and rags
In the end, you're almost there
To be one of the many who end up in the heap
Escrita por: A. Alonso / Sciammarella