No Me Pidas La Cabeza

Don't ask me for the novel I have on the nightstand
because if I lend it, it's not me.
Don't ask me for my cassettes, without my music and my hustle
I lose my power of seduction.
Ask me to violate the intimate secrets of your sanctuary
but don't ask me for the salary.
Ask me to debate between your thoughts and your beauty
but don't ask me for the head.

Don't ask me to celebrate you, certain roles don't suit me
and I lose my credibility.
Don't ask me to represent you in front of your good people
I don't have an ID card.
Ask me if you want me to teach you some cooking tricks
but don't ask me for gasoline.
Ask me to tell you stories like a good bookworm
but don't ask me for a disco.

Here comes the march, the march,
the carnival, the carnival to the left.
I love you, I ask you not to let me stop.

Don't ask me to pay you for those cute teases
that almost make me ejaculate.
Don't ask me for my allowance for a good blowjob
I have a family to support.
Ask me if you want me to go and knock you out with a good condom
but don't ask me for an incentive.
Ask me to reserve the good side of my feelings for you
but don't ask me for a raise.