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Men on the Verge of a Jealous Attack

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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

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