Bruja

And remember that on Sunday we're going on a picnic, slippery.

You're a stuck-up, brute.
Liar and lowlife. Brute
You're a stuck-up. Your tough face, your tough face, witch
Liar and lowlife. Your tough face, your tough face, witch

Stay calm, girl, cool off,
It's obvious from afar that you're here to harm me.
Everyone talks about your case around the neighborhood,
That yours is a daily thing.
Maybe not, I'm messed up, I feel really bad.

Hey, it was hard to admit, that you're a tough face to discover, consume.
Your specialty: destroy, mommy. Your studied brilliance.
In the street, where the tattoos of life have marked you.
You only think that whoever comes close to you, you squeeze them like a lemon.

Not even with rain do you get up, we can't do anything.
Nothing that you can do, nothing that I want.
I also have the feeling, that you're not very worried
That things will go bad.

You're a stuck-up. Your tough face, your tough face, witch
Liar and lowlife. Your tough face, your tough face, witch

Press, the press, press.
Witch hunts begin.
It's said that they bewitch, enchant, captivate, melt other people's wallets.
Sorceress, start your season turning around,
Looking for headlines, with that suffocated face.
Hard as the Great Wall of China.
Legendary your audacity, and as long as she herself, listen to me, my china.
Because of a bandit witch, I lost my girlfriend on the road.
And she didn't have a broom, magic book, hat, or cauldron.

You're a stuck-up, brute.
Liar and lowlife. Your tough face, your tough face, witch
You're a stuck-up, brute.
Liar and lowlife. Your tough face, your tough face, witch

I want to show you and let you know, that a witch can entangle you.
You must learn, not to fall. Avoid biting the bait.

And remember that on Sunday we're going on a picnic, slippery.

You're a stuck-up. Liar and lowlife.
Your tough face, your tough face, witch. You're a stuck-up, brute.