Bailando Sola

It's her lion eyes hunting through the club
If to yourself
Next to him a short suit, all an illusion
Of your alcoholism
She so agile, you so fragile playing on the floor
Like in a spell
By the neck she starts biting you
And sinking you into her eroticism
And she's seen in the club dancing alone
Asking slow for the dembow, the flow makes her lose control
Sprayed all over the floor, the Champagne on the console
Who controls her
When she heats up

Wild she sweats
And bites your neck like a vampire
She's the girl of all of them, a puppet
Who knows the crazy mouth for what she aspires
Pure chemistry, she turns sour
(She turns sour)
(A puppet)
(She turns sour)
(She turns sour)
(A puppet)
She turns sour for that drop
That exhausts and hallucinates her
And she's good
But she loves the bad
She's a fanatic of the beach and the pool
That's why she has that thing that drives you crazy
(Fascinates, drives you crazy, she loves it, drives you crazy, she loves it)

And she's seen in the club dancing alone
Asking slow for the dembow, the flow makes her lose control
Sprayed all over the floor, the Champagne on the console
Who controls her
When she heats up

Philosophical, she has a list of incidents that is historical
And a chastity belt that is automatically combination
A lunatic, just as alcoholic who dreams of having a gothic orgy
All dressed in black, doing acrobatic poses, a psychotic

And she's seen in the club dancing alone
Asking slow for the dembow, the flow makes her lose control
Sprayed all over the floor, the Champagne on the console
Who controls her
When she heats up

Nelly!