TENGO CELOS

Shining, shining in your eyes
When I picture you down low
Baby, in my mind we’re getting it on
We haven’t done it yet, but it’s coming soon
How it must feel
With that pretty face and that skin tone
You seem sweet like fruit in a cocktail
I’d have you in Christian Dior, Balenciaga, or Chanel

But what I have is jealousy, I have jealousy
Jealous of the air that brushes your hair
Jealous of your panties that are where I can’t go
Jealous of your mouth that sucks on your fingers
Baby girl, I have jealousy, I have jealousy
Jealous of the air that brushes your hair
Jealous of your panties that are where I can’t go
Jealous of your mouth that sucks on your fingers

I know what you feel when I overprotect you
Long-distance love, love for fools
Who’s the prettiest? Ask the mirror
If there’s a line to be next to you, don’t worry, I’ll wait
I’m jealous of the eyes that look at you, kisses aren’t thrown around
If I say that seeing you doesn’t make me feel anything, that’s a lie
I’m even jealous of the one who waxes you
I wish that when you’re getting it on, you’d say my name
I told her: I’m possessive about what’s mine, she replied: I’m not yours
Doing it with you would be a pride, let’s get lost in the chaos
You can see the shine in my eyes, I lit up, but she had her own
My love, all this suffering I attribute to you

I have jealousy, I have jealousy
Jealous of the air that brushes your hair
Jealous of your panties that are where I can’t go
Jealous of your mouth that sucks on your fingers

She doesn’t want me to watch her
No permission or forgiveness, she doesn’t have to ask for the green light
Gucci or Louis Vuitton, whatever store, my queen, go ahead
So that mom doesn’t bother, I’ll have the house remodeled
You have all the power

I’m just jealous, but when I see you, it fades
If there’s a strange car at your place, you know what it causes
She has a beautiful face, but that ass is a threat
Tell that jerk not to get too close and to drop the trust

I have jealousy, I have jealousy
Jealous of the air that brushes your hair
Jealous of your panties that are where I can’t go
Jealous of your mouth that sucks on your fingers
Baby girl, I have jealousy, I have jealousy
Jealous of the air that brushes your hair
Jealous of your panties that are where I can’t go
Jealous of your mouth that sucks on your fingers