Tequila

I hide in a corner
Where they can't see me,
After four wines
And some sad canapés.
Luck is on my side,
A woman approaches me.
She says: I am Amparo
And I want to get to know you.

And I, being a gentleman,
Give her two kisses with great faith.
I drink my rum entirely
And with tequila I ruin myself.
The truth is we talk little,
I just told her: come with me.
We go out and walk
And end up at the hotel.

And so much tequila
I have to stop,
I don't want troubles
I know I wake up
And the scares come.
And enough of surprises,
With whom I sleep
I don't get up.
And so much tequila...

The bad thing about alcohols
Is that they don't let you see,
Under the disguises,
What might appear.
It happens because I'm affectionate,
I'm a donor of pleasure.
And I know that loving has risks
That one has to take.

And I don't wise up,
That with time I get worse.
I think and sometimes say:
Stay at home, you're better off!.
The thing is that in the morning
Very polite Amparo leaves.
She says: it's okay,
Don't get up and one more kiss.

And so much tequila
I have to stop,
I don't want troubles
I know I wake up
And the scares come.
And enough of surprises,
With whom I sleep
I don't get up.
And so much tequila...

I have to stop
The tequila!!
I don't want troubles,
I know I wake up and
The scares come!!!

And enough of surprises,
With whom I sleep
I don't get up!!!
I have to stop!
The tequila!