Dame Un Limón

I don’t dance, no
The guns don’t fire in the club
The big girl and her hips are lagging
Give me a slice, from four to ten in the zone
The dude’s screaming for a lemon

I don’t dance, no
And don’t even think about a snack
Relief in the skirt again
It’s heavy, the fool can’t take it anymore
My place is filled with leaves

It’s not poetry, watching the flesh sweat
Between Morcillo or Switzerland, I’m stuck

I’ll trade a slice for a drink
Flare and rattle
This hell is calling today
I’ll trade a slice for a drink
Flare and rattle
This hell is calling today
Give me a lemon

It’s not poetry, watching the flesh sweat
My place is filled with leaves

I don’t dance, no
I don’t dance, no
I don’t dance, no