Veneno En La Piel - Andrés Calamaro

Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel

Y es que esta echa de plastico fino

Dicen que tienes un tacto divino

Y quien te toca se queda con el Y si esta noche quieres ir a bailar

Vete poniendo el disfraz de pecadora

Pero tendras que estar lista en media hora

Por que si no yo no te paso a buscar

Pero primero quieres ir a cenar

Y me sugieres que te lleve a un sitio caro

A ver si aceptan la cartilla del paro

Por que si no lo tenemos que robar

Yo voy haciendo me la cuenta de cabeza

Y tu prodigas tu sonrisa, con esmero

Y te dedicas a insultar al camarero

Y me salpicas con espuma de cerveza

Y aqui te espero en la barra del bar

Mientras que tu vas haciendo discoteca

Como te pases te lo advierto muñeca

Que yo esta vez no te voy a rescatar

Te crees que eres una bruja consumada

Y lo que pasa es que estas intoxicada

Que es lo dices que ya no tomas nada

Pero me dicen por ahi que si, que si,

Que si, que si y dicen, dicen

Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel

Y es que esta echa de plastico fino

Dicen que tienes un tacto divino

Y quien te toca se queda con el Dices que yo no soy tu hombre ideal

Mientras ojeas con soltura una revista

Y me pregunto si tendras alguna pista

O alguna foto de tu tal para cual

Te crees que eres una bruja consumada

Y lo que pasa es que estas intoxicada

Que es lo dices que ya no tomas nada

Pero me dicen por ahi que si, que si,

Que si, que si y dicen, dicen

Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel

Y es que esta echa de plastico fino

Dicen que tienes un tacto divino

Y quien te toca se queda con el

They say you have poison on your skin

And it is made of fine plastic

They say you have a divine touch

And whoever touches you stays with him And if tonight you want to go dancing

Go putting on the sinner's costume

But you'll have to be ready in half an hour

Because otherwise I wouldn't come looking for you

But first you want to go to dinner

And you suggest that I take you to an expensive place

Let's see if they accept the unemployment card

Because if we don't we have to steal it

I'm doing the head count

And you lavish your smile, carefully

And you dedicate yourself to insulting the waiter

And you splash me with beer foam

And here I wait for you at the bar counter

while you go disco

As you pass I warn you doll

That this time I'm not going to rescue you

You think you're a consummate witch

And what happens is that you're intoxicated

What is it? You say that you no longer take anything

But they tell me out there that yes, yes,

What if, what if and they say, they say

They say you have poison on your skin

And it is made of fine plastic

They say you have a divine touch

And whoever touches you stays with him You say I'm not your ideal man

While you flip through a magazine

And I wonder if you have any clues

Or any photo of you such for which

You think you're a consummate witch

And what happens is that you're intoxicated

What is it? You say that you no longer take anything

But they tell me out there that yes, yes,

What if, what if and they say, they say

They say you have poison on your skin

And it is made of fine plastic

They say you have a divine touch

And whoever touches you stays with him