Hold your fire, put away the trumpet
Cool the macho attitude
'Cause that one's got some good ti*s on her
a la Catherine Zeta with style
Even though [she's] somewhat standoffish
Noone comes close to her, she is [anyone's] ultimate goal
Like a 'pista-y-campo' trophy
Like a jump way up high
Like a real long homerun
After her comes a 'palgos' fan club
She moves and my bullet goes off
One has to consider the ugly things
So as to stop [anyone] from fighting
With her high voltage buttocks
And her lace suit
She is 'la aguacatona'
Con su estilito Europeo de Roma
Regando to' el aroma por el lobby
Yo la vi, como bizco la vi
Y me acerque en la disco
Guilla'o de Sisqo
Y me tire como si fuera un risco
"Hey, are you alone?"
"It's a full moon, wanna be my she-wolf?"
I wear a Bulova and ride in a limo!
Inside it smells like pine!
Don't be afraid, I'm a classy guy!
I'll dance to anything!
In fact, I'll [even] do a Chinese split!
Is the Chinese thing a turnoff?
Don't get hysterical!
I'll dance like Chayanne in "Fiesta En América" then!"
"Boy, shut up!"
"Avoid being brushed off!"
Devil, this [play] turned into a foul ball...
In fact, over by the 'ponche'...
I was thrown in with a rocket launcher...
(With a bit of 'blush', I have the 'touch'!)
(And the boys I give flush!)
(Get back, 'cause my skirt has thorns!)
(My man, I am not your girl!)
(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)
(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)
Okay, I was left stuck on the dancefloor
The chic turned out to be sharp
But I have more tricks [up my sleeve]
I go to the bar
Give me a shot of rum
To get into the groove
'Cause this pigheaded man is about to burst
Any little devil catches his eye
[I swear] by my mother that I go for the brides
The married [ones] and the young [ones]
I'm going a hundred miles [per hour], out of control
Now I'm gonna shine more than Armor-All
With my self esteem real high
Because the night is long
And if it doesn't go well, it'll go 'palga'
Look, look, look
Stop, buddy, smooth [operator]
You're going at it more violently than Sylvester Stallone
Take it down a notch, my brother
There's no rush here...
(But the thing is I have a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, forget about that
Look, when you come in
Take it slow
Put three sticks of minty gum [in your mouth]
To get rid of cigarette smell
First, look to see that there's no posse
That she's alone, and if she's with somebody
Well then, 'te las guillas de pillo'
Go to the back, where they unload the cargo
Get ready to tear up the concrete
Tight and slow, don't say anything
Gargle and swallow, 'cause the saga's about to start
And I let loose as if I were home
We interlocked our masses [together]
At a salad grease bar
Our skin bathed in sweat from the salsa
Her curing me like a bonafide nurse
Wringing our flesh like the 'cepedas'
A true vision, part little devil and part bandit
We danced the whole night long
Until I got bags under my eyes
She cast a spell on me, the sorceress
Like a goldfish in a tank, she left me floating
Heating up the soup, straight for the mambo
Without wasting time, you know
The sweetness comes when you slowly go down
Blow your minty breath
Real 'guayadito' Freddy Kenton style
Ok, but when I go to talk to her
To ask for her cell [number]
She escaped
Without my getting to rub her
With my shaving lotion
This didn't cut it, bro
(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)
(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)
(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)
(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)