Salvaje - Alexis, Fido, Plan B

La llaman salvaje,

Pues cuando baila se aprieta,

Se toca, se sube el traje.

Tiene a los hombres volviéndose locos,

Siguiendo un celaje.

Y baila como diosa,

Como si no la vieran.

Se suelta el pelo,

Hacerle un embrujo,

Esta noche quisiera.

Que fuera yo la presa,

Que su boca mordiera.

Y va rozando suave,

Como hechizando a la luna.

Ella te hace un embrujo,

Que te lleva a las alturas.

Ella es la gata que te ataca,

En la noche oscura.

Sustancia pura, mi calentura.

Salvaje,

Te llaman salvaje…

Ella ansiosa se toca,

El infierno esta en su boca.

Es trapecista de esa nota que te afoca,

Tu oscuridad, tu piel sin suelo, tu roca.

Si te toca, te aloca.

Y juega contigo,

Como si vida no estuviera,

Con solo un beso,

En sus brazos te murieras.

Ella es tu gata, blanca,

Tu roca fiera.

Se aprieta, no juega.

Se reporta para los Anormales

El bandolero

El más Salvaje

Don

Nelly

Absolutamente el arma secreta

Bambino

Para rolear con nosotros tienen que llegar acá arriba,

Dile que los Esperamos.

Lunney Tuns

Los anormales

Mas bandolero que yo no hay ninguno,

Mas salvaje que yo no hay ninguno.

They call her wild

Well, when she dances she squeezes,

She touches herself, pulls up her suit.

She's got the men going crazy

Following a cloudscape.

And she dances like a goddess

As if they didn't see her.

She lets her hair down,

cast a spell on him,

Tonight she would like.

That I was the prey,

Let his mouth bite hers.

And she goes gently touching,

Like casting a spell on the moon.

She casts a spell on you

That she takes you to the heights.

She is the cat that attacks you,

In the dark night.

Pure substance, my fever.

Wild,

They call you wild...

She anxiously touches herself,

Hell is in her mouth.

She is a trapeze artist of that note that focuses you,

Your darkness, your soilless skin, your rock.

If she touches you, she drives you crazy.

And she plays with you

As if life were not there,

With just one kiss

In her arms you would die.

She is your cat, white,

Your fierce rock

She squeezes, she doesn't play.

She reports for the Freaks

the highwayman

the wildest

Don

nelly

Absolutely the secret weapon

baby

To roll with us they have to get up here,

Tell them we are waiting for them.

Monday Tuns

abnormals

There is no one more bandit than me,

Wilder than me there is none.