Dulces 16
Buitres
Sweet 16
Just gotta sit at the bar
Crown the point and wait
Embodies a smile
Fakes passion
Lights a cigarette and gets thrown out
Through the other door comes the hunk
Yeah, he's one of them, what more can I say
They get in the car
Hates his face
Hates his perfume, what he says, but he pays
Sweet 16
Rambla, pocitos, park, old city
Suppliers ready, no one complains
Message to the girls on the cell
Emergency plan in case we need to escape
They blow up the bathrooms in Montevideo
And she knows well when it gets ugly
The VIP is the snapshot of a fish tank
Mouth, fins, eyes popping out!
Sweet 16
