Por Los Demás

Lonely in a corner of a bar
I caught a glimpse of a conversation
Two guys bragging loudly
About their moves in the love game
Without shame, they shared their stories
Boasting about what they did in bed
You could tell they had good memories
They didn’t even forget the names of the ladies

I raised my glass and said to them
Gentlemen, I don’t mean to interrupt
To the ladies who’ve made us happy
I stand up and toast to them
A gentleman is discreet, everything that happens in bed
Is a secret matter, without a gentleman, there’s no lady

Suddenly, the two guys looked at each other
And in one leap, they stood up
They lifted their glasses from the table
And said to me, To the Ladies, Sir

I raised my glass and said to them
Gentlemen, I don’t mean to interrupt
To the ladies who’ve made us happy
I stand up and toast to them
A gentleman is discreet, everything that happens in bed
Is a secret matter, without a gentleman, there’s no lady