Coplas

You have a nice body
That any man likes
But the ugly face you have
Scares any man away

They tell me you're getting married
In mid-February
I hope they tie you down
Like a pig in the pigsty

To be trendy
You wear tight pants
Showing off the rolls
How ugly you look

Because you're a long sack
You look like a liter of oil
Because they lead you by the neck
That's how I wanted to see you

Women's love
Is like hot bread
When it cools down
No one wants a bite

They call you Little Guitar
Carnival guitar
You only strum, no picking
Now I'm leaving with anyone