In this hyper posh club
I ran into one of those ladykillers
Who ruins the morals
Of refined girls
“Let’s dance” how to answer, uppercut
Hit through the heart
With two hundred kph winds*
We've made it
And the stars parade
Yet aren’t so fragile
But his fiery direct punch* and fiery spins
Had me on the ground very fast*
They say that I let myself go
I allow myself to go as far as fighting boxers
That in due time
I am going to pay for it
But at two points to winning
I tiptoe
To save the honor
That sweet hitter
Stole from me yesterday
His footwork and his style
Straightened out my curls*
Oh his direct punch and his spins
Had me on the ground fast
How to resist?
I wake up when comes the ring
Sounding the time for a swing
Between a chick and two spins
The lightweight was out
Since then all these years I kept you
Deep in my heart
Like an unpleasant flower
That hasn’t withered
But me, I would’ve loved it so much
If he had ran
Into my mocking eyes
That his contentiousness
Would never recover from