Hombres Al Borde de Un Ataque
Yuri
Men on the Verge of a Jealous Attack
High heels, miniskirt
Cleavage melting
I go glancing
Dark glasses
Swinging waist
Loose hair swirling around
They call me hey, hey
They say hey, hey
They follow me like flies
To honey
Opens the doors
Of a Mercedes on the sidewalk
I stop traffic, that's me
The one waiting for me, wax basilisk
For almost an hour and a half, almost two
Seeing me hey, hey
Face to face hey, hey
He turns white and can't even speak
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men, they're like children, look at them
Babies
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men, they're like children, look at them
Babies
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
They're all the same
I dance at your party
And as I move my hips
They form a circle around
As explosive as dynamite
They say it's my legs in rock
No boyfriend can resist it, you see
They all end up committing suicide
Seeing me face to face
Face to face hey, hey
He turns white and can't even speak
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men, they're like children, look at them
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men, they're like children, look at them
Babies
Men on the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
