Levanta Polleras

I look at people and think
That I could stay at home
My bones hurt tonight
But it's all good, let's go by car
Try to follow me, but don't believe
Too much in me, or in what happens to me
Someone lifts skirts to anyone
Who lets themselves be looked at as they pass by

I look at people and think
That I could stay at home
My bones hurt tonight
But it's all good, let's go by car
Try to follow me, but don't believe
Too much in me, or in what happens to me
Someone lifts skirts to anyone
Who lets themselves be looked at as they pass by.