Veneno en la Piel

Poison on the Skin

They say you have poison on your skin
and that you are made of fine plastic.
They say you have a divine touch
and whoever touches you stays with it.

And if tonight you want to go dancing
take out your sinner costume,
but you'll have to be ready in half an hour
because if not, I won't come to pick you up.

But first, you want to go for dinner
and you suggest I take you to an expensive place
to see if they accept the unemployment benefit,
because if not, we'll have to steal it.

I'm mentally calculating the bill
while you lavish your smile carefully
and you start insulting the waiter
and splash me with beer foam.

And here I wait for you at the bar,
while you go turning it into a disco.
If you go too far, I warn you, doll,
this time I won't come to your rescue.

You think you're a seasoned witch
when in reality, you're intoxicated;
and even though you say you don't drink anymore,
they tell me: 'Yes, you do, yes, you do', they say, they say...
They say you have poison on your skin
and that you are made of fine plastic.

They say you have a divine touch
and whoever touches you stays with it.
You say I'm not your ideal man
while casually flipping through a magazine
and I wonder if you have any clue
or any photo of your 'match made in heaven'.