Hombres Al Borde de Un Ataque de Celos

Go ahead, master
Hello boys
Take care of him, babies

Tall, heels miniskirt and cleavage
Melting looks as I go
Glasses, dark, swaying waist
Hair loose, swirling around

They call me
(Hey, hey)
They tell me
(Hey, hey)
They follow me like
Flies to honey

I dance at your party
And as I move my hips
They circle around me
As explosive as dynamite
They say it's my legs in rock

There's no boyfriend who can resist
You see, they all end up committing suicide

Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
Poor men
They're like children, look at them, little babies

Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
Ujuy

Men on the verge of an attack
Poor men, jealous
They're like children, look at them, little babies

Men
On the verge of a jealous attack
All nerves, what a disappointment
They're all the same