Tu Vaquero Espacial

Oh, you make me so dizzy
I'm throwing flowers at you from a railing
I'm dancing until my half mutates
Throwing kisses to the sky has become a ritual

Ah-ah, intertwining a 'how are you?'
I dedicate myself to singing without knowing how to modulate
Who am I? I'm your space cowboy
Like a tequila without salt, like a Sunday without a plan

I don't care, today I bring change in dollars
I like girls like you who dance alone (mama)
I'm so gangsta, you're so cool and so chola
You have a face to sneak into my songs

Lotus flower and poppy flower
More gypsy palm in the pot
You stole my karma and my shirt
Hip thief without using guns

Maybe you love me in parts
Sundays and Tuesdays
You distribute pieces, yeah
How shitty I see you everywhere
It bothers me to separate you
And it bothers me to know that

Maybe you love me in parts
Sundays and Tuesdays
You distribute pieces, yeah
How shitty I see you everywhere
It bothers me to separate you
And it bothers me to know that

You have me head over heels
I'm addicted to your disguise
You on the dance floor, me in a Tesla
Without stopping until the end
Your dress is on the table
I don't want to pretend
For having me head over heels
I congratulate your mom

You have me head over heels
I'm addicted to your disguise
You on the dance floor, me in a Tesla
Without stopping until the end

Maybe you love me in parts
Sundays and Tuesdays
You distribute pieces, yeah
How shitty I see you everywhere
It bothers me to separate you
And it bothers me to know that

It bothers me to know that already, that already
It bothers me to know that already, that already
It bothers me to know that it's already there- there-there
That it's already, it's alr-

It bothers me- that it's already
It bothers me- that it's already
It bothers me- that it's already
That it's alr-

It bothers me- that it's already
It bothers me- that it's already
It bothers me- that it's already
That it's alr-

Your dress is on the table
I don't want to pretend
For having me head over heels
I congratulate your mom