La Cazadora
Miguel Saez
The Huntress
She got all dolled up and hit the streets
Because her time has come, time for transformation
Her mind's preference is to be alone
Her time has come and she becomes the huntress
She becomes the huntress, she becomes the huntress
She becomes the huntress, she becomes the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, they call her the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, she devours anyone
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, they call her the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, she devours anyone
And she spends the whole night searching
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
And she asks her prey
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
And she lives her life as if nothing worries her
She has fun and avoids being tied down
With the same pleasure in a different face
Nothing serious, nothing formal, everything ends in the morning
And when midnight comes, she goes out to hunt
And she spends the whole night searching
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
And she asks her prey
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
She got all dolled up and hit the streets
Because her time has come, time for transformation
Her mind's preference is to be alone
Her time has come and she becomes the huntress
She becomes the huntress, she becomes the huntress
She becomes the huntress, she becomes the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, they call her the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, she devours anyone
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, they call her the huntress
Look at her, how she goes perfumed, she devours anyone
And she spends the whole night searching
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
And she asks her prey
For sex, alcohol, and a little of that
To take her to the clouds
The adrenaline rises
