(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, mambo)
Last night you thought about, dreamed about your baby
In the background the moon, bigger, fuller
Classical, mystical, it's very good
I'm going to entangle you in my mane
In the dimensions of the emeralds
The drum wants to go up my back
Karate on the dance floor, the night's on fire
You're thinking about getting me out of this skirt
I am the singer
And I will love you as I want, thinking
Of a time long past, I feel you distant
I fill your days, I wait for you in the afternoon
This smells like a macho man to me
Cooked in the juice of a fascist
Why are you marking territory?
If I always fill your glass, boy
How's my postmodern song going?
To make your legs sweat
Let out the fever, golden mouth
As in caveman times
I wrote these rhymes wounded
You left my heart broken
You wasted my seven lives
You poured out your earthquake
I'm not your pretty little girl
I don't want your holy water
I don't understand why so much jealousy
Relax a little
I'm suffocating
I'm goin' out in the street
I'm goin' out in the street
I'm goin' out in the street
I know what you are
You are jealous, jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know1
You are jealous, you're jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
What you've got is poison
You need good love
Tell me, what's wrong with you, dark-haired boy?
We'll see each other again in my silver mouth
Blindly I loved you again
You don't believe me, I miss you too
From the clearest sky in the world
There in the bottom
At the end of a ray
All of yours is mine
Mountains of contraband
Carnivals call you in Rio2
Do you want to hear me singing?
Your jealousy is killing me
The nights are making me bleed
They hurt me, torture me
Love falls like a ripe fruit
This is your killer ninja love
There's nothing subtle about it
It's getting tangled up inside me
Like whirlpools
I'm not your pretty little girl
I don't want your holy water
I don't understand why so much jealousy
Relax a little
I'm suffocating
I'm goin' out in the street
I'm goin' out in the street
I'm goin' out in the street
I know what you are
You are jealous, you're jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You are jealous, you're jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
What happened to Lupita?
(I don't know)
What happened to Lupita?
(I don't know)
What happened to that girl?
(I don't know)
What does she want?
(To dance)
Why doesn't she dance?
(Her dad)
What does her dad tell her?
(No)
What does her mom tell her?
(Yes)
What a dance Lupita
(Yes, yes)
You are jealous, you're jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You are jealous, you're jealous
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
1. She says this part so that it could be heard as either "celos, celos" (jealous, jealous) or "sé, lo sé" (I know, I know) 2. Short for Rio de Janeiro, a city in Brazil of about 6 million.