La Tequilera
Jenni Rivera
The Tequila Drinker
Tipsy from tequila, I always carry my soul
To see if it improves from this cruel melancholy
They call me the tequila drinker as if I were from a battery
Because I was baptized with a shot of tequila
Oh, for that love, what should I do
If destiny gave it to me, to suffer forever
Like Mr. Pedro sees it, that the troublemakers
Turned into tequila drinkers
I swear, what else is left for the poor ones
Like a good Mexican, I will suffer the pain calmly
After all, tomorrow I will have a shot of tequila
The Rivera brothers really like tequila
Because their mom gave them well-filled, the nipples
Oh, I better leave, what am I doing here
Supposedly because of the drunkenness, everyone says, that I lost almost everything
