Yo La Quería Patita
El Carreta Jorge Perez
I Wanted Her, Little Foot
Don't play hard to get, buddy, and pour yourself another drink
Because here, between drinks, I want to let you know
Why I'm so sad, so lonely and bitter
And today I want to put on my best face
Don't play hard to get, little foot, and have a little more
Don't think, buddy, that I'm already drunk
If my eyes are red, it's from crying
Because I've cried, buddy, because of a woman
I wanted her, little foot
She was the most beautiful girl in the alley
And you, buddy, who knows me, I'm straightforward
She didn't know how to reciprocate my heart
Today I got the news
That the fair-skinned guy who had her, left her
And they say the black one is suffering for the punishment
That she's in a bad state and her little one is a beggar
That's why I've cried, buddy, out of spite, anger, and sorrow
And even if they say she's not good, I still love her, little foot
