Mercedes

She told me Mercedes, she told me Mercedes
She told me Mercedes, I'm a good person
I, who have the virtue of knowing Mercedes
I told Mercedes, let's go to Cartagena

I'm not going with you
It gives me a lot of pain
Because you live in shame of your wife and children

I'm a bachelor, it's nothing to you
I have experience, Mercedes, I'm a teacher
And to praise you, I'm a composer for you
You'll see, Mercedes, you have a secure life

I can be loved a lot, don't keep telling me
I don't give myself away or sell myself, I'm not going
From the ranch I come out married

I offer you, Mercedes, the opportunity
To ride in a car along the Caribbean coast
La Popa, La Boquilla, I'll take you to see
For the honeymoon, we leave the Hotel Caribe

Yesterday you said you love me
Today you ask me to forget you
After you kill the tiger, Mercedes
You run away from the leather