Son Tus Perjumenes Mujer
Ándale, uh, jajay
It's your perfumes only, baby
Uh, ay, chiquita, tus perjumenes
Épale, épale, épale, épale
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes mujer
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes, mujer
Ay, esos ojitos aceitunados, chiquita
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Tus ojos son de colibrí, ay, cómo me aletellan
Ay, cómo me aletellan, tus ojos son de colibrí
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes, mujer
Ay, chiquita, ¿y quién fuera zapatero pa' trabajarte el cuero de tus labios?
Tus labios pétalos en flor, como me soripellan
Como me soripellan tus labios pétalos en flor
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes, mujer
Ay, chiquita, y quisiera ser catarro pa' caerte en tus pechos
Tus pechos cantaros de miel como reververellan
Como reververellan tus pechos cantaros de miel
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes, mujer
Ay-ay-ay, si una mujer me dio su vida, pues yo le daré bajada
Tu cuerpo chucaro, mi bien, ay, como me almarella
Ay, como me almarella tu cuerpo chucaro, mi bien
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
Los que me sulibellan, son tus perjumenes, mujer
Échele, compa, epa
Ahora sí, todos, jale la música, banda
Parejito, parejito, otra vez
Son tus perjumenes, mujer
Son tus perjumenes, mujer, los que me sulibellan
(Lupillo Rivera has left the studio, thank you very much)
Jajajaja, jajajaja, qué mamón
It's your perfume, woman.
Come on, uh, haha
It's your perfumes only, baby
Oh, little one, your perfumes
Epale, epale, epale, epale
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, those olive-colored eyes, little one
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Your eyes are like hummingbirds' eyes, oh, how they flutter at me
Oh, how your eyes flutter, they're like hummingbird eyes
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, little one, who wouldn't want to be a shoemaker to work the leather of your lips?
Your lips, petals in bloom, how they enchant me
Your lips, like blossoming petals, caress me
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, little one, I wish I were a cold so I could land on your breasts
Your breasts, like pitchers of honey, reverberate
Like the reverberation of your breasts, like jars of honey
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, if a woman gave me her life, well I'll give her a break
Your wild body, my love, oh, how it makes me so happy
Oh, how your wild body stirs my soul, my love
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Go for it, buddy, hey
Okay, everyone, let's get this music going, band!
Even, even, again
It's your perfume, woman
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
(Lupillo Rivera has left the studio, thank you very much)
Hahahaha, hahahaha, what a jerk