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The Side Chick

La Sombra

La Sancha

Ya llego la sancha por hay va pasar
Ooh! ooh! que modo de andar
Ya llego la sancha por hay va pasar
Ooh! ooh! que modo de andar
Quien esta sentada en aquella banca
De pierna cruzada, sera la sancha
Dicen que ya varios, ya trai en ojo
Con una mirada, los vuelve locos
Trae alborotado hasta el abuelo
Ya mi compadre se pinto el pelo
Dicen que viste muy charalain
Con unas medias que se le caen
Dicen que se pinta mas que una payasa
Pero a si alborota a toda la raza
Dicen que se mueve para todos lados
Ya trae en su lista a mis pobres cu#ados

Como baila la sancha pa'delante y para tras
Dice que ella tiene clase
Mas clase que las demas
Como baila la sancha al derecho y al reves
Baila arriba de la mesa
Dice que puede con tres
Sergio el bailador se volvio una flor
Hoy le mueve la manita dicen que es un esplendor
Le dijo a la sancha, comparte mi amor
Y la sancha le dijo ay! no por favor
El ranchero chido tanto que insistio
Pero la sanchita nunca lo paso
El ranchero chido con su bigoton
Le dijo a la sancha tu no tienes perdon
Gabino barrera antes que muriera
Le lloro a la sancha pues no era sincera
Gabino barrera antes que muriera
Le pusieron el lloron, pues no que era una fiera
Y a don simon le duele el corazon
Pues sancha lo trai de puro vacilon
Le bajo la lana, lo dejo en la ruina
Asi pensaba el, que come que la adivina

Yo mamacita
Quien es la sancha, quien puede ser
Todos, todos la quieren conocer
Puede ser una guera, o una enfermera
La maestra, la criada, o una ranchera
Cuando la sancha sale a la calle
No hay conquista que le falle
Te cierra el ojo de pasada
Yo! es rete coqueta la condenada
Ya va con su falda, falda rabona
Y una sonrisa pero coquetona
Y si la invitas a tu casa
Ya veras, ya veras lo que te pasa
Por hay va la sancha
Por hay va corriendo
Pues varias chavitas
La van persiguiendo
Correle sanchita
Correle de prisa
Porque si te alcanzan
Se acaba tu risa
Go sancha, go sancha, go
Go sancha, go sancha, go

The Side Chick

The side chick has arrived, she's going to pass by
Ooh! ooh! what a way to walk
The side chick has arrived, she's going to pass by
Ooh! ooh! what a way to walk
Who's sitting on that bench
Legs crossed, could it be the side chick
They say she's got several guys already eyeing her
With just one look, she drives them crazy
She's got even grandpa all riled up
My buddy even dyed his hair
They say she dresses very flashy
With stockings that keep falling down
They say she wears more makeup than a clown
But that's how she stirs up the whole crowd
They say she moves all around
She's got my poor brothers-in-law on her list

How the side chick dances, forward and backward
She says she's got class
More class than the rest
How the side chick dances, right and left
Dancing on top of the table
Says she can handle three
Sergio the dancer turned into a flower
Today he moves his little hand, they say it's a sight
He told the side chick, share my love
And the side chick said oh! no, please
The cool rancher insisted so much
But the little side chick never gave in
The cool rancher with his big mustache
Told the side chick you have no forgiveness
Gabino Barrera before he died
Cried for the side chick, she wasn't sincere
Gabino Barrera before he died
They called him the crybaby, thought she was a beast
And Don Simon's heart hurts
Because the side chick is just playing around
She took his money, left him in ruin
That's what he thought, who knows what she eats

Hey, baby
Who's the side chick, who could she be
Everyone, everyone wants to meet her
She could be a blonde, or a nurse
The teacher, the maid, or a rancher
When the side chick hits the streets
No conquest fails her
She winks as she passes by
Damn, she's so flirty
She's wearing her skirt, a long skirt
And a smile, but so flirty
And if you invite her to your house
You'll see, you'll see what happens
There goes the side chick
Running by
'Cause several girls
Are chasing her
Run, little side chick
Run quickly
Because if they catch you
Your laughter will end
Go side chick, go side chick, go
Go side chick, go side chick, go

Escrita por: Maria Luisa G. Ramirez