La llaman salvaje

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They call her wild,
Because when she dances she tightens up,
She touches herself, lifts her dress.
She has men going crazy,
Following a haze.
[He, He]

And she dances like a goddess,
As if they didn't see her.
She lets her hair down,
To cast a spell on you,
Tonight I would like.
To be the prey,
That her mouth would bite.

And she gently brushes past,
As if enchanting the moon.
She casts a spell on you,
That takes you to the heights.
She's the cat that attacks you,
In the dark night.
Pure substance, my heat.

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Wild,
They call you wild...

She eagerly touches herself,
Hell is in her mouth.
She's a trapeze artist of that note that suffocates you,
Your darkness, your groundless skin, your rock.

If she touches you, she drives you crazy.
And she plays with you,
As if life didn't exist,
With just one kiss,
In her arms you would die.
She's your white cat,
Your fierce rock.
She tightens up, she doesn't play.

She reports to the Abnormals,
The bandit,
The wildest one,
Don,
Nelly,
Absolutely the secret weapon,
Bambino.
To roll with us, they have to come up here,
Tell them we're waiting for them.
Lunney Tuns,
The abnormal ones.
There's no one more bandit than me,
There's no one wilder than me.
[Wild... They call me Wild...]
Source: musica.com