Mujeres

All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, are all messed up
All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, so fucked up

That's why it goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Your mom said: Don't get involved, with that girl you don't know where you're headed
She won't cook for you, she heads to the whorehouse
All the cash she spends on a piece of paper

All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, are all messed up
All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, so fucked up

That's why it goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, are all messed up
All the women you wanted
Are all messed up, so fucked up

You got ten dogs and a wild boar
You got perfume but no sense of smell
You got the joint, you got the paper
You got the table but no tablecloth

That's why it goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(That's why it goes)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Kuar-te-te-ros!