Con La Misma Vaina

The man is the one who works
The one who rules is the woman
She has an ace under her skirt
That always makes you lose
What's the use of having money
Too many luxuries
Without having a girl
To enjoy yourself

They say she's the weaker sex
She's got nothing weak
Because they come into the world
Armed with their thing
That's why in this world
The woman is the one who rules
But they always get everything
With the same thing

If you buy her a car
She gives you the same thing
If you buy her a suit
She gives you the same thing
If you buy her a ring
She gives you the same thing
If you give her some necklaces
She gives you the same thing
If you give her a bracelet
She gives you the same thing
The day you argue with her
That's the end of it

I'm a man in love
With life and its pleasures
That's why I'm a slave
To the love of women
And although there have been those
Who try to imitate them
They will die deceived
Because there's no one like them

The woman is the most beautiful
And there's nothing like them
They are the most beautiful
That God made on earth
That's why in this world
The woman is the one who rules
Even if they get everything
Always with the same thing