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On all fours

Gloria Trevi

A Gatas

Si tuviera mil pares
De zapatos en casa,
Que escoger cuales uso,
Que color y que marca...

De viajar con choferes
Cada vez que yo salga,
Y vivir vigilada...
Mil veces prefiero a gatas.

De vivir desconfiada
Con millones de alhajas,
Y ser de la manada,
En la nariz operada...

Primero ando de rodillas
Sobre dos corcholatas,
Que volverme una fresa
Para la mermelada,
Para la mermelada,
Para la mermelada...

(CORO
Gatas,
Prefiero andar a gatas
Prefiero a gatas,
Prefiero a gatas,
A gatas prefiero andar!

Prefiero andar a gatas
Prefiero andar a gatas
Prefiero a gatas
Prefiero a gatas;
A gatas prefiero andar!

De salir en portadas
Casada con " e la Garza",
Y que sea toda su lana
De traficar marihuana...

De pararme la nalga
Y de sentirme adorada,
Prefiero andar agachada
Que con el alma estirada...

De vestirme a la moda,
Que las otras impongan,
Yo prefiero ser naca
Que ser una tarada!

Yo los pies en la tierra
Y sobre mis cuatro patas,
Dependo sólo de ellas
Y no de mis guardaespaldas,
Y no de mis guardaespaldas,
Y no de mis guardaespaldas...!

(CORO)

On all fours

If I had a thousand pairs
Of shoes at home,
Than choosing which ones to use,
What color and what brand...

Traveling with drivers
Every time I go out,
And live under surveillance...
A thousand times I prefer on all fours.

To live distrustful
With millions of jewels,
And be of the pack,
On the operated nose...

First I walk on my knees
On two corks,
Than to become a strawberry
For the jam,
For the jam,
For the jam...

(CHORUS
cats,
I prefer to walk on all fours
I prefer on all fours,
I prefer on all fours,
I prefer to walk on all fours!

I prefer to walk on all fours
I prefer to walk on all fours
I prefer on all fours
I prefer on all fours;
I prefer to walk on all fours!

From appearing on covers
Married to "e la Garza",
And let it be all your wool
Of trafficking marijuana...

To stop my buttock
And to feel adored,
I prefer to walk crouched
That with a stretched soul...

To dress in fashion,
Let the others impose,
I prefer to be naca
What a moron!

I have my feet on the ground
And on my four legs,
I depend only on them
And not from my bodyguards,
And not from my bodyguards,
And not from my bodyguards...!

(CHORUS)

Escrita por: Armando Arcos / Maryse Morin