MALAFAMA
Mora
BAD FAME
I wanted a bad girl and you got into that
You started playing and lost, maybe it was my kisses' fault
When you were leaving, I was already back
Sometimes I deny that I like it, but drunk I always confess it
And like me, tell me who does it to you so well
I took you from zero to a hundred
And what I want, babe, you want it too
Baby, the street calls me
And I'm still here in your bed
Don't fight over stupid things
If we only see each other sometimes
I know I have a bad reputation
But it's not for so much drama
My name appears everywhere
Can we see each other today, what do you think?
I wanted a she-devil and you a bad boy
The club is dark, so talk to me clearly
It's been a couple of months and we don't even follow each other
That ass shows up everywhere for me
I know you remember that night in Argentina
That we did it even in the kitchen
If you want, I can sing to you, but climb on top of me
And we'll use the wooden bed
And if you misbehave, then I mistreat you
I steal from you again and in bed I kill you
Every classy cat has its thief
You and I are two, but get on all fours
And uff, I love your attitude
That face of yours puts me in the mood
To turn on the air and turn off the light
If you ask for gasoline, I have a full tank for you
Baby, the street calls me
And I'm still here in your bed
Don't fight over stupid things
If we only see each other sometimes
I know I have a bad reputation
But it's not for so much drama
My name appears everywhere
Can we see each other today, what do you think?