Mordiendo el Bozal

Hats (Hats, Hats)
Yeah, mmm
Mmm, oh
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Yeah

I return once again thinking about your body
Thinking about eating it, biting the muzzle
Nothing I do will compensate the pain
Of not being able to see you once more
I return once again thinking about your body
Thinking about eating it, biting the muzzle
My mouth won't be able to understand
Why your skin isn't there at dinner time

And my leather asks where you are, my bed asks where you are
My jewels ask where you are, diamonds crying to touch you
You a call for art, me giving up due to disaster
Me falling apart here, almost no pieces to put together
Almost no princess for my heir
Because of my ambition with this whole world
With the king's crown, but without the queen I want
Zeros multiplying, no umbrellas for the downpour
No more words or dialects to explain how much I'm going to miss you
I know, in such a short time I did what your ex didn't in years
How divine it is to make you enjoy with such ease
For you, I keep writing these verses thirty days of the month
For you, I have no holidays, mommy, every day is a workday

Asking where you are, my bed asks where you are
My jewels ask where you are, diamonds crying to touch you
And my leather asks where you are, my bed asks where you are
My jewels ask where you are, diamonds crying to touch you

I return once again thinking about your body
Thinking about eating it, biting the muzzle
Nothing I do will compensate the pain
Of not being able to see you once more
I return once again, I return once again biting the muzzle
My mouth won't be able to understand
Why your skin isn't there at dinner time

And I return once again thinking about your body, eating it, biting the muzzle
None of this will compensate for not being able to see each other anymore
I return thinking about your body, eating it, biting the muzzle
My mouth won't be able to understand why your skin isn't there at dinner time

Oh, where is your skin at dinner time?
Where is your skin at dinner time?
My mouth won't be able to understand, no
Where is your skin at dinner time