No Me Estoy Quemando

And still waiting for you to look at me in a way
Give me a kiss and then give me everything
Maybe you'll repeat if you'll be mine
Or put my soul in a little cup
I drink brown Coca-Cola
While you keep thinking I'm a faggot
I never told you anything and you're a lemonade
Because you have lemon-like breasts

No, no, I'm not getting wet
No, no, I'm not, no, no, no
And I keep thinking about the color of your blouse
That the bear told the rabbit: 'Shed fur'
Maybe I'm crazy but I'll still place it
Whether ugly or pretty, you'll slowly get it

And I keep writing without a reason
Maybe it's what my heart dictates
I'd like to tell you: 'Take off your pants'
But I better say: 'Baby, stop the mouse'
Oh! What a poet I turned out to be
I should study to be a lawyer
General manager or maybe a graduate
But not a lifeguard, (I want to die drowned)
Now looking at the ceiling, I'm getting ready to sleep
I say I'll have a drink, better go out;
I don't even light up, I don't even understand a cigarette
And I see how a tobacco is decreasing

But no, no, I'm not burning
No, no, I'm not, no, no, no
No, I'm not getting wet
No, no, I'm not, no, no, no

Between my lungs there are reasons
(Empty bottles and even the Mormons),
They must be as black as my neck
But I'm still handsome like Julio C. Tello
Let's not talk about history, let's not talk about scum
Or about some can of Gloria milk
No to violence, let's not talk about science
Oh! Better, better I run for president
No, I'm not burning
No, I'm not, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no