Hombres Al Borde de Un Ataque de Celos
Échele maestro
Hello boys
Cuídamelo babys
Altos, tacones minifalda y escote
Derritiendo miradas voy
Lentes, oscuros, contoneo de cintura
Pelo suelto, revuelo alrededor
Me llaman
(Hey, hey)
Me dicen
(Hey, hey)
Me siguen como
Las moscas a la miel
Bailo, en tu fiesta
Y al mover las caderas
Me hacen círculo alrededor
Tan explosivas como la dinamita
Dicen que son mis piernas en el rock
No hay novio que no resista
Ya ven, acaban todos suicidándose
Hombres
Al borde de un ataque de celos
Pobres hombres
Son como niños míralos bebitos
Hombres
Al borde de un ataque de celos
Todo nervios que decepción
Ujuy
Hombres al borde de un ataque
De celos pobres hombres
Son como niños míralos bebitos
Hombres
Al borde de un ataque de celos
Todo nervios que decepción
Todos son iguales
Men on the Verge of a Jealous Attack
Go ahead, master
Hello boys
Take care of him, babies
Tall, heels miniskirt and cleavage
Melting looks as I go
Glasses, dark, swaying waist
Hair loose, swirling around
They call me
(Hey, hey)
They tell me
(Hey, hey)
They follow me like
Flies to honey
I dance at your party
And as I move my hips
They circle around me
As explosive as dynamite
They say it's my legs in rock
There's no boyfriend who can resist
You see, they all end up committing suicide
Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men
They're like children, look at them, little babies
Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
Ujuy
Men on the verge of an attack
Poor men, jealous
They're like children, look at them, little babies
Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
They're all the same