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Damn, That Girl

Niña Pastori

Osú Qué Niña

Pero a mí me gusta despeinada
Con el pelo mojado por el mar
Riendo a carcajadas sin parar
De cantar

Osú que niña, que cosas tiene
Le digo que me cuente quiero comprenderte
Osú que niña, que cosas tiene
Me cuenta sus secretos que son transparentes

Mira, mira, mira, mira, mírala
Risa tan bonita y es tan especial
Mira, mira, mira, yo no sé que tiene
Es como un cristal que no puede romperse

Mira, mira, mira, mira, mírala
Con esa sonrisa tan particular
Mira, mira, mira yo no sé que tiene
Es de seda y huele a flor de loto siempre

Pero a mí me gusta despeinada
Con el pelo mojado por el mar
Riendo a carcajadas sin parar
De cantar

Pero a mí me gusta despeinada
Con el pelo mojado por el mar
Riendo a carcajadas sin parar
De cantar

Osú que niña, que cosas tiene
Quiere parar el tiempo pero no se puede
Osú que niña, que cosas tiene
Disfruta como un ave y lo agradece siempre

Mira, mira, mira, mira
Mírala que le gusta estar con la puerta cerrada
Que guapa con la blusa color celeste
Osú que niña me enseña cada día
Contigo se aprende

Mira, mira, mira, mírala
Su pelo alborotado con la sal del mar
Mira, mira, mira yo no sé que tiene
Dispara mi alegría cada vez que quiere
Mira, mira, mira, mira, mírala

Damn, That Girl

But I like her messy
With hair wet from the sea
Laughing non-stop
While singing

Damn, that girl, she's something
I tell her to spill it, I want to understand you
Damn, that girl, she's something
She tells me her secrets, they're crystal clear

Look, look, look, look, look at her
Such a beautiful laugh, she's so special
Look, look, look, I don't know what she has
It's like unbreakable glass

Look, look, look, look, look at her
With that particular smile
Look, look, look, I don't know what she has
She's like silk and always smells like lotus flower

But I like her messy
With hair wet from the sea
Laughing non-stop
While singing

But I like her messy
With hair wet from the sea
Laughing non-stop
While singing

Damn, that girl, she's something
She wants to stop time but she can't
Damn, that girl, she's something
She enjoys like a bird and always appreciates it

Look, look, look, look
See how she likes to be behind closed doors
So pretty in a light blue blouse
Damn, that girl teaches me something new every day
With you, one learns

Look, look, look, look
Her hair tousled with sea salt
Look, look, look, I don't know what she has
She triggers my joy whenever she wants
Look, look, look, look, look at her

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