caliente

One made of dough, the kind you eat and don’t waste
I’m ordering thick spaghetti like dreadlocks
Enough, I’ve turned up the shine and it doesn’t contrast
You’re a flea market and I’m running the auction

Crush that look you give me
They’re not friends but that pic pays off
Lying, I stole Cinderella’s shoe
I’m out of gum, why does it smell like mint?

Out with or without makeup on the street
I can’t handle those little eyes without fainting
Come on, I don’t pay attention to the details
Don’t give me shit, spoiled girl, don’t annoy me
Alright, my pants might burst
If you don’t join me for a bit in the valley
And hey, be careful but go for it
What cold hands, I’d rather you take care of yourself

If you take me out to dance
I won’t let you breathe
If you get close from behind
No need to say more

That ass fills me up like three meals
Breakfast with toast and your drool spread on it, gross?
Achoo, feeling sick? I say: Bless you
But if you’re religious, straight up: Jesus
George Bush was just on the bus with me
He asked for a band-aid for a wound full of pus
I don’t know what the hell he was saying but the bastard knew
That my favorite dessert was to get plucked on the mouse

I always catch you hot
I don’t know why you’re so eager lately
People don’t bother me
I’ve done weird things, it’s becoming frequent
I ask you not to be patient
If you see me wild, you be my snake
I feel your heart beating
Just follow my rhythm and clench your teeth

Baby, don’t worry, this isn’t smoking
Alright, let my buddies smoke, but I don’t smoke
At parties, the bottles I drink are juice
Just go to sleep peacefully and don’t ask if I consume

If you take me out to dance
I won’t let you breathe
If you get close from behind
No need to say more

I’ll iron it out, if you need me I’m your hook
I hit the lottery, I bark like a dog
A ranch, I bought you, damn it, so put your mouth here
Or else get lost, I swear I’ll mess you up
What? Someone told your guy?
Dude, didn’t you know I collected cards?
If he asks, tell him I’m Juan Arroyo
I don’t cook it, I eat it, I order it and I fuck it

No answer, should I call or ruin the party?
How much does it cost? The fee includes a response
How modest, we’re nothing and she already hates me
Adding and subtracting, come on, ask for the check, I’m going to take a nap