Dile a Tu Madre
Jarabe de Palo
Tell Your Mother
On any given day, I come to find you
Tell your guy, you're going to leave him
Grab your things, write a note
Of farewell.
Hang your life as a good girl
Burn your schedule and your fancy clothes
Tell your mother not to wait for you
Wake up that night.
What I have for you
Are not promises or those stories
With carriages, with princesses
That they tell you around.
Forget your plans, your happy world
The bank account, your life without you
I'm going to steal you, on any given day
We're going on a trip.
Try to test me, you're going to laugh
I'll do what no one has done before for you
Don't ask me, let your mother know
And write that note.
What I have for you
Are not promises or those stories
With carriages, with princesses
That they tell you around.
What I have for you
Is something we're going to write together
Me with you, you with me
Advancing... advancing
Tell your mother you're going to dry off
Tell your boyfriend you're going to leave him
Tell your boss until next year
Tell your father I'm going to steal you.
Tell your mother you're going to take off
Tell your boyfriend you messed up
To your friends that you found someone
Who strangely doesn't want to buy you
I don't want to buy you!
