Que Manía

When I met you, you were just a jerk
You didn’t know fashion, and you smelled like shit
A month ago you were so tacky
A jerk
No style, and so cheesy
Now you dress way better
Your sideburns drive me crazy
The ruffles always look good on you
Uo oh, oh oh

What a habit
Every other minute
You’re bugging me
About the dishes
What a habit
If I had known
I’d leave you at home looking like a mess

You who used to dress up
Now you’re all cleaned up
Why do you want to crush me like this?

What a habit
I don’t know what’s worse
That pompadour or that horrible wig

Mascara
Silk dyed blouses and mohair
Bell-bottoms
And a wool sweater
Look at you
You’re a charmer
A Don Juan
A real seducer
Slicked back
And a total show-off

When
You stop eating and eating
That
Belly will stop growing
Uo oh, oh oh

What a habit
Every other minute
You’re bugging me
About the clothes
What a habit
If I had known
I’d leave you at home looking like a mess

No, it doesn’t please me
That you have such a big appetite
Like this
You’re not going to make me happy

What a habit
(What a habit, huh?)
There’s nothing to be done
Let’s go!
Who you were and who you are now
What a habit
(Again?)
I don’t know what’s worse
That pompadour or that horrible wig
What a habit
Stop eating
(So much!)
Who you were and who you are now
What a habit
There’s nothing to be done
Let’s go!
Who you were and who you are now

No, it doesn’t please me
(I’m not pleased)
That you have such a big appetite
Like this
You’re not going to make me happy

What a habit
There’s nothing to be done
Let’s go!
Who you were and who you are now