Juan Alberto, Tengo Un Problema

Juan Alberto, listen to me, I have a problem
I went out to have fun but ended up writing a song
I also got sick, with my throat full of phlegm
It's not really a problem but it's my problem

With an ass in my face and cream in my stomach
Lacking words because my heart doesn't stop
I played all night with my girl and her theorems
She says I'm her Pythagoras, this is the good one

I'm not a chef but I gave her a good dinner
We had relations and I caused gangrene
It seems like yesterday when drunk on verbena
I went down to the pool and tripped out with my veins

Now that she has a child, I already have my sentence
I slithered with my anaconda through her jungle and how it burns
She said if it was a girl she wanted to call her Gemma
But it turned out to be a boy and now we take care of Chema

Now we take care of Chema
Now we take care of Chema