La llaman salvaje
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La llaman salvaje,
Pues cuando baila se aprieta,
Se toca, se sube el traje.
Tiene a los hombres volviéndose locos,
Siguiendo un celaje.
[He, He]
Y baila como diosa,
Como si no la vieran.
Se suelta el pelo,
Hacerle un embrujo,
Esta noche quisiera.
Que fuera yo la presa,
Que su boca mordiera.
Y va rozando suave,
Como hechizando a la luna.
Ella te hace un embrujo,
Que te lleva a las alturas.
Ella es la gata que te ataca,
En la noche oscura.
Sustancia pura, mi calentura.
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Salvaje,
Te llaman salvaje...
Ella ansiosa se toca,
El infierno esta en su boca.
Es trapecista de esa nota que te afoca,
Tu oscuridad, tu piel sin suelo, tu roca.
Si te toca, te aloca.
Y juega contigo,
Como si vida no estuviera,
Con solo un beso,
En sus brazos te murieras.
Ella es tu gata, blanca,
Tu roca fiera.
Se aprieta, no juega.
Se reporta para los Anormales
El bandolero
El más Salvaje
Don
Nelly
Absolutamente el arma secreta
Bambino
Para rolear con nosotros tienen que llegar acá arriba,
Dile que los Esperamos.
Lunney Tuns
Los anormales
Mas bandolero que yo no hay ninguno,
Mas salvaje que yo no hay ninguno.
[Salvaje... Me llaman Salvaje...]
Fuente: musica.com
They call her wild
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They call her wild,
Because when she dances she tightens up,
She touches herself, lifts her dress.
She has men going crazy,
Following a haze.
[He, He]
And she dances like a goddess,
As if they didn't see her.
She lets her hair down,
To cast a spell on you,
Tonight I would like.
To be the prey,
That her mouth would bite.
And she gently brushes past,
As if enchanting the moon.
She casts a spell on you,
That takes you to the heights.
She's the cat that attacks you,
In the dark night.
Pure substance, my heat.
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Wild,
They call you wild...
She eagerly touches herself,
Hell is in her mouth.
She's a trapeze artist of that note that suffocates you,
Your darkness, your groundless skin, your rock.
If she touches you, she drives you crazy.
And she plays with you,
As if life didn't exist,
With just one kiss,
In her arms you would die.
She's your white cat,
Your fierce rock.
She tightens up, she doesn't play.
She reports to the Abnormals,
The bandit,
The wildest one,
Don,
Nelly,
Absolutely the secret weapon,
Bambino.
To roll with us, they have to come up here,
Tell them we're waiting for them.
Lunney Tuns,
The abnormal ones.
There's no one more bandit than me,
There's no one wilder than me.
[Wild... They call me Wild...]
Source: musica.com