Veneno En La Piel

They say you've got poison in your skin
And that you're made of fine plastic.
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you gets stuck with it.

And if tonight you want to go dancing
Start putting on your sinful costume,
But you better be ready in half an hour
Or else I won't come pick you up.

But first, you want to go out to dinner
And you suggest I take you to an expensive place
To see if they accept the unemployment benefit,
Because if not, we'll have to steal it.

I'm doing the math in my head
And you lavish your smile carefully
And you start insulting a waiter
And splash me with beer foam.

And here I wait at the bar,
While you go clubbing.
If you go too far, I warn you, doll,
That this time I won't rescue you.

You think you're a seasoned witch
When in reality, you're just intoxicated;
And even though you say you don't drink anymore,
But they tell me around here: "yes, yes,
Yes, yes", they say, they say...

They say you've got poison in your skin
And that you're made of fine plastic.
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you gets stuck with it.

You say I'm not your ideal man
While casually flipping through a magazine
And I wonder if you have a clue
Or a photo of your "match".