Veneno En La Piel

They say you have poison in your skin
And that you are made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you stays with it

And if tonight you want to go dancing
Start putting on the sinner's costume
But you'll have to be ready in half an hour
Because if not, I won't come to pick you up

But first you want to go to dinner
And you suggest I take you to an expensive place
To see if they accept the unemployment benefit
Because if not, we'll have to steal it

I'm mentally calculating the bill
And you lavish your smile carefully
And you dedicate yourself to insulting the waiter
And you splash me with beer foam

And here I wait for you at the bar
While you go to the disco
If you go too far, I warn you, doll
That this time I won't rescue you

You think you're a consummate witch
And the truth is you're intoxicated
And you say you don't drink anymore
But they tell me: 'Yes, you do'
Yes, you do, they say, they say

They say you have poison in your skin
And that you are made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you stays with it

You say I'm not your ideal man
While you casually flip through a magazine
And I wonder if you have any clue
Or any photo of your perfect match