Son Tus Perjumenes Mujer
Lupillo Rivera
It's your perfume, woman.
Come on, uh, haha
It's your perfumes only, baby
Oh, little one, your perfumes
Epale, epale, epale, epale
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, those olive-colored eyes, little one
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Your eyes are like hummingbirds' eyes, oh, how they flutter at me
Oh, how your eyes flutter, they're like hummingbird eyes
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, little one, who wouldn't want to be a shoemaker to work the leather of your lips?
Your lips, petals in bloom, how they enchant me
Your lips, like blossoming petals, caress me
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, little one, I wish I were a cold so I could land on your breasts
Your breasts, like pitchers of honey, reverberate
Like the reverberation of your breasts, like jars of honey
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Oh, if a woman gave me her life, well I'll give her a break
Your wild body, my love, oh, how it makes me so happy
Oh, how your wild body stirs my soul, my love
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
What excites me are your perfumes, woman
Go for it, buddy, hey
Okay, everyone, let's get this music going, band!
Even, even, again
It's your perfume, woman
It's your perfumes, woman, that excite me
(Lupillo Rivera has left the studio, thank you very much)
Hahahaha, hahahaha, what a jerk
