Tu Carnicero Particular

Baby, don’t worry about my intentions
I’m not trying to satisfy my sexual appetite
Despite those two powerful reasons
That your bra just can’t hide

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

Come on girl, show me your neck
My fangs will soon caress it
Look me in the eyes, do you see a spark?
You’re not scared anymore, you’re ready to love

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

Tonight you’re gonna be my slave
In the depths of my cave, we’ll make a home
Feminists don’t understand a thing
Passions can’t be democratized

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

I don’t want your body
I prefer your blood
I’ll be your personal butcher

I lose my mind every time I look at you
You’ve infected me with that terrible disease
Is it that I don’t like being a vampire anymore
Or do I want this to last for all eternity?

Your words are silver bullets shot at my heart
Your gaze is a stake that pierces like a thorn
And your teeth are like garlic
You’re like a cross, you’re like a light
You’re like a cross, you’re like the light
And now tell me, who’s the monster here?
Oh, tell me who’s the monster here?
Not me!