Amor De Voceador
Amor de Voceador!!!!!
La vi en una portada de revista...
digamos que fue por casualidad,
yo nunca solia andar donde los puestos
muestran fotos de las chicas que se dejan retratar.
Voltie y me coqueteo con la mirada,
con su risa leve se me insinuo,
con su hombro levantaba un neglige de color:
la playmate de febrero de mi amor.
Recuerdo que estaba cohibido
al darle al individuo el precio de prohibido magazine:
Que es lo que va a pensar la gente
cuando me vean pasear la sonriente muchacha
que he comprado para mi?.
Al llegar a mi casa cerre bien las puertas
y abri las hojas con curiosidad,
entonces Miss febrero simplemente fue Juliet para mi,
la tuve ahi con sombrerito, medias blancas, mmh!
Mirando mi rubor desde un sofa,
supe que era feliz y era soltera,
que piensa que un gimnasio con jacuzzi es mejor,
que le encanta la paz y todo lo demas
y que no ha conocido el amor jamas.
Envie mensaje obsesivos a los 30 ejecutivos
que emiten la feliz publicacion,
y me contesto una tarjeta que ella era tan discreta
que olvido dejar su direccion.
No pude hallar a Miss febrero nunca!
y estuve enfermo de desilusion,
pero llego consuelo hasta mi herido corazon
con la Miss marzo mi segundo amor.
Vino miss Julio y vino Miss agosto,
me gusto Miss noviembre (cierta chica oriental),
Miss diciembre holandesa, me paraba de cabeza,
me fui volviendo internacional.
No, yo no soy aficionado a las revistas,
prefiero seleccion que variedad:
Solo corseteria francesa blanca,
pero creo que me conformaria con una chica de verdad, aja!
Love of a Model
Love of a Model!!!!!
I saw her on a magazine cover...
let's say it was by chance,
I never used to go where the stands
show pictures of girls who pose for the camera.
I turned around and she flirted with her eyes,
with her soft laugh, she hinted at me,
with her shoulder, she lifted a sheer nightie:
the playmate of February, my love.
I remember feeling shy
when I handed the guy the price of that forbidden magazine:
What will people think
when they see me walking with the smiling girl
that I bought for myself?
When I got home, I locked the doors tight
and opened the pages with curiosity,
then Miss February was simply Juliet to me,
I had her there with a little hat, white stockings, mmh!
Watching my blush from a sofa,
I knew she was happy and single,
that she thinks a gym with a hot tub is better,
that she loves peace and everything else
and that she’s never known love at all.
I sent obsessive messages to the 30 executives
who put out the happy publication,
and I got a card back saying she was so discreet
that she forgot to leave her address.
I could never find Miss February!
and I was sick with disappointment,
but comfort came to my wounded heart
with Miss March, my second love.
Miss July came and Miss August too,
I liked Miss November (a certain Asian girl),
Miss December was Dutch, she had me upside down,
I started becoming international.
No, I’m not a fan of magazines,
I prefer quality over variety:
Just white French lingerie,
but I think I’d settle for a real girl, uh-huh!