Manguito Biche
Ay no le heches la culpa al destino
Por que haya decaído tu vida
Que no tiene que ver contigo
Si te lo buscaste tu misma
Ay cuando yo fui tu enamorado
Me dijiste que no podias
Aceptar a un hombre varado
Que de nada te serviriá
Y has quedado dando vironga
Diciendo que deseas la muerte bis
Ay porque un rico te puso gorda
Pero gorda por nueve meses bis
Y el adagio dice bien claro
Que sarna con gusto no pica
Y si pica no mortifica
Dime por que ahora andas llorando
Y és que la ambición rompe el saco bis
Y a ti te pas en forma exacta
Por andar pendiente a la plata
De tu vida hiciste un fracaso
Ya no sales de la oficina
A pasear en un carro nuevo bis
Ay fue que te fallaron los frenos
O se acabo la gasolina bis
Míralo bien
Ni me alegra ni me entristece
El mal que padeces ahora
Yo te lo decía diariamente
Pero no me paraste bolas
Y a muchas mujeres sucede
Casos igualito' a este tuyo
Que se entregan por el billete
Sin sentir amor por ninguno
Luego vienen los ay ay ay
Ay Dios mo que fue lo que hice bis
Ay siento ganas de vomitar
Me provoca un manguito biche
Sleeve Biche
Oh, don't blame destiny
For your life going downhill
It has nothing to do with you
You brought it upon yourself
Oh, when I was your lover
You said you couldn't
Accept a stranded man
That it wouldn't serve you at all
And you're left in a daze
Saying you wish for death
Oh, because a rich man got you pregnant
But pregnant for nine months
And the saying is very clear
That you enjoy what you have
And if it bothers you, it doesn't hurt
Tell me why you're crying now
And it's true that greed breaks the sack
And it happened to you exactly
For being focused on money
You made a mess of your life
You no longer leave the office
To go for a ride in a new car
Oh, did your brakes fail
Or did you run out of gas
Look at it closely
I'm neither happy nor sad
About the suffering you're going through now
I told you daily
But you didn't listen to me
And many women go through
Cases just like yours
Who give themselves for money
Without feeling love for anyone
Then come the oh oh oh
Oh my God, what did I do
Oh, I feel like vomiting
I feel like a sleeve biche