Hormigón, Mujeres Y Alcohol
Ramoncín
Concrete, Women, and Alcohol
Liters of alcohol run through my veins, woman.
I have no love problems.
What happens to me is that I'm crazy to party
Don't worry about me anymore
I'm going to leave this city
I'm not going to chase you anymore
I just ask you one more time
Jump back or take off your clothes, woman.
Don't provoke my passion anymore
I have a fire inside
that I can't contain
Rain of alcohol wets my head
when leaving the hotel room
where we did it
the night I met you
I don't need more from you
You can't deceive me anymore
I've replaced your mattress
With a bottle of champagne.
