La Mañosa

I used to stroll with a lovely chacarera, feeling so alive
It took as much work as a starched collar, no jive

Here comes a sassy criolla, stubborn as can be
She was set on one thing, and that thing was me

She had me spinning around, back and forth, you see
More like a boyfriend, than a guy running errands, honestly

Thinking about her so much, lost sleep and lost my meals
I ended up so thin, like a sewing thread, it feels

One afternoon, I went to see her, with a lovesick face
Trying to play it cool, like a drenched little chick in place

Swearing my love to her, just wanted a kiss, you know
But she hit me so hard, I was left without a glow

I didn’t know what to do, should I be good or bad?
'Cause either way, in the end, I’d always get had

Thinking about her so much, lost sleep and lost my meals
I ended up so thin, like a sewing thread, it feels