Mírenme

Look at me, yes, yes, I'm here now
Look at me, the wait is over
Look at me, I know I'm the best
Look at me, love me, touch me, it's me, it's me

Let everyone look at you, admire you and sigh
That when they see you pass by they expire
Your wish is that your slender figure is envied and not forgotten
When they warm up in the arms of Morpheus, how ugly
How obvious your brain is like that of a microbe

Your body craves another day's journey, idiot
If your presence is not noticed, it is another defeat
Put on the Versace, the Gucci belt, comb your hair neatly
But a monkey, even if dressed in silk, remains a monkey
It doesn't matter if Al Qaeda sees

It will be that trauma that prompts you to show yourself
You think you are part of it, discard the rest
That your face is art, you feel like a February 29th
And you're just another ash in the ashtray

Look at me, yes, yes, I'm here now
Look at me, the wait is over
Look at me, I know I'm the best
Look at me, love me, touch me, it's me, it's me

King of the disco, dancing without fear of breaking a meniscus, ha!
Looking at you so much, everyone will go cross-eyed
Even the obelisk is kneeling and you are enjoying it
As a tax evader
What do you think? That the party ends when you leave?

Your neuron is illiterate, stupid, plug in another speed, mask
To stop eating, lose kilos and make yourself look
With your well-groomed silhouette, laugh at just a "nerd" for cravings
And be careful that someone doesn't give you the evil eye just to mess with you

Always thinking that they are filming you with a Fuji
You look tough like Marlon Brando and you're soft like sushi
Neither Buddhism nor Islam, your religion is glam
But you are a clone and your life is pure spam

Look at me, yes, yes, I'm here now
Look at me, the wait is over
Look at me, I know I'm the best
Look at me, love me, touch me, it's me, it's me

You are the scholarship student from a class for retarded people
And you look like a "top" model, by photoshop, improved
And to get attention, your ringtone sounds
And you think Plato is a millionaire
Dinosaur brains, like a Rolling Stones

Your motorcycle makes noise and you fix the exhaust
So when you arrive it looks like an earthquake
You have a Honda and you say "it's a Harley, like the comet"
You're missing a puppy cow, you smoke a joint and you feel like Bob Marley

You go to the doctor if a pimple appears spontaneously on your face
And what you have full of pus is the skull
Although deep down you are pathetic, and nobody pays attention to you
Like Dorian Gray, appearance is your law, and neither does your pet love you

Look at me, yes, yes, I'm here now
Look at me, the wait is over
Look at me, I know I'm the best
Look at me, love me, touch me
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me