Malparida

You are the rose of the precipice,
The one who kisses out of habit, flower of bad
Loves
You are the witch of the curse,
The one who lies out of vice, queen of hearts
You are the one they call wicked woman
The one who presses the wounds, to burst out
Laughing
With the evil of your hips, you were always
The first in the class in the art of lying

You have no heart, you have no feelings,
You have no religion, you have no qualms
You have no passion, only suffering

And you're bad, very bad
The queen of lies
You're bad, very bad
And they call you the wicked woman

And you're bad, very bad
The queen of lies
You're bad, very bad
And they call you the wicked woman

You are the queen of excesses
The mouth with more kisses and less heart
You are the flower of adultery, the lips
Of mystery, the voice of betrayal
You are the virgin of greed and you control
Your caresses with a calculator
You are a heartless crazy, a very
Spurned woman, the one who never falls in love

You have no heart, you have no feelings,
You have no religion, you have no qualms
You have no passion, only suffering

And you're bad, very bad
The queen of lies
You're bad, very bad
And they call you the wicked woman

And you're bad, very bad
The queen of lies
You're bad, very bad
And they call you the wicked woman

And you're bad, very bad
The queen of lies
You're bad, very bad
And they call you the wicked woman