Muñeca Brava (part. Alberto Castillo)

Hey lady, you speak in French
And throw money around like it’s nothing
You dine on champagne, ice-cold
And in the tango
You twist your dreams
You’re a doll
With those perfectly arched lashes
Wild doll, highly sought after
You’re from Trianon, from Trianon
In Villa Crespo
Hey vampire, a secondhand toy

You’ve got friends who cater to your whims
And twenty carnival springs
And your wallet’s packed
To splurge from north to south

Everyone calls you wild doll
'Cause your kisses are sweet little treats
To me, you’re always the one who didn’t know
How to take my youthful love seriously

To you, who I always dreamed of loving
And back in the neighborhood, I loved you as a kid
But why should I tell you old stories
If you haven’t changed, doll, your heart?