La cocinera

I am the cook of your best dishes. Let me soak you with what I soak myself in. I am here being my puppeteer. I don't lack one, maybe I lack more.
Polish and sand. Rap without little lights. Hey! Give me what they take from me. Not all hens lay golden eggs. If life doesn't smile at me, I tickle it. They endure so little. They are not prepared. They understand when it's already happened. You will get tired of what you have desired, of eating fish, but never of the good results. Are you not burned out yet? I'm dyeing all my clothes golden. Love between purple and purple. Everything comes. He doesn't want more. He's been beaten up. They know I have the cannon stored and the stars and the moon by my side. If they've hit you, go away, and enjoy the smell of my stew.
I am the cook of your best dishes. Let me soak you with what I soak myself in. I am here being my puppeteer. I don't lack one, maybe I lack more.
Polish and sand. I don't give anything away, everything is paid to me, life, remember me, remember my face. Even if they summarize everything for you, they don't clarify it. It doesn't heal today, it will heal tomorrow. I'm going for what we said. Tigers and fireworks. With the scissors... cut and nail. Flawless, La Mala flies without a stopover. From there to here in one puff. And another that passes and another that washes and another puff. With head held high. Much to command. Much to win. Little to lose, and there's nothing else. Field to run, tree for felling. Men get more used to weekends. I am neither more nor less. For you, me, dear. Talking about money is very ugly if you don't invite later.
I am the cook of your best dishes. Let me soak you with what I soak myself in. I am here being my puppeteer. I don't lack one, maybe I lack more