Pifia (part. Oscar Larroca)

I haven't hunted little birds
Putting salt on their tails
Still a bat
No one sold me a bill of goods
I wasn't raised with cheap wine
Nor was there a bow in my cradle
One thing is to act tough
And another thing is to be a dude
I'm talking to you in our way
Without fancy metaphors
To beat you, don't confuse
Vinegar with wine
Stop giving me blunders
Don't blow smoke in my face
When you pass through Corrientes
With your flashy car

Your luck has changed
I'm much happier
That now you have an apartment
English dog, fancy clothes, and wind
And a complete idiot
Today you're a great lady
By selling your heart
Everyone knows their own things
Follow your glorious path
But don't mess up, baby

You might say it's not manly
To threaten a lady
That anyone can act tough
Facing a woman
But if you have someone
Who's got your back
You know I always hang out
At the bar on 33rd Street