La Bicha - Bebe

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

No, no, no…

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

Que por delante y detrás soy un animal,

no una musa celestial.

Y a mi salvaje me gusta sacar a pasear,

a subirse por los pinos, a jugar con la rueda de los molinos.

Yo monté en mi columpio de cuerdas

y liarme alguna que otra juerga

bajo las estrellas, en el mar y en el campo

y que el sol nos descubra bailando.

Y el viento que nos refresca to el mambo.

Mis pies descalzos en el fango chapotean,

se balancean, mírame bien.

Soy una princesa, guerrera, campera,

oceánica, volcánica, eléctrica y muy suavecita.

Que cuando quiero soy una gatita… y ronroneo.

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

No, no, no…

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

A ver tontones…

que cuando quiero llevo pantalones,

pero más me gusta la faldita

pa que me metas las manitas por debajo

y me arranques to lo arrancable.

Métete dentro de mí que quiero sentir,

si es verdad tú a tu verbo,

regresa, saca la correa y átamela bien a la muñeca,

a ver si es verdad que me revuelves las pecas.

Ven a juntar tu tierra con la mía

y a montar alguna algarabía.

Verte fuerte, chucho,

que si lo haces bien te regalo un cucurucho

y te achucho…

…con mis piernas, con mi pelo, con mi lengua,

lenguaje el que tú y yo vamos a inventar.

No me interesa que alguien lo quiera escuchar,

que es un lenguaje físico, carnal y brutal.

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

No, no, no…

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

Frente a frente, ponte delante de mí,

provócame pa que te envista,

pide pistas, no me vistas.

Que yo te pico como una avispa.

Avispada soy cuando quiero,

cuando quiero soy un mortero

y machaco con mis ojos

a los impertinentes de miradas hirientes.

Que no me importa lo que piense la gente.

Que no me importa lo que piense la gente.

Que no me importa lo que piense la gente.

Así que no subestimen a esta bicha.

No, no, no…

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

No, no, no…

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

Anda, quítame la envoltura

y ya verás… ya verás.

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura.

No subestimes a esta bicha

aunque tenga poca chicha.

No es traidor el que avisa.

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

No no no…

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

That in front and behind I am an animal,

not a heavenly muse.

And my savage I like to take for a walk,

to climb the pine trees, to play with the mill wheel.

I rode on my rope swing

and throw me some other party

under the stars, in the sea and in the field

and that the sun discovers us dancing.

And the wind that refreshes us all the mambo.

My bare feet splash in the mud

they sway, take a good look at me.

I am a princess, warrior, jacket,

oceanic, volcanic, electric and very soft.

That when I want I am a kitten... and I purr.

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

No no no…

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

Let's see fools...

that when I want I wear pants,

but I like the little skirt more

so that you put your little hands under me

and you rip out everything that can be booted.

Get inside me I want to feel

if you are true to your verb,

come back, take out the strap and tie it well to my wrist,

Let's see if it's true that you mess up my freckles.

Come join your land with mine

and to mount some hubbub.

See you strong, mongrel,

that if you do it right I'll give you a cone

and I hug you…

…with my legs, with my hair, with my tongue,

language that you and I are going to invent.

I'm not interested in someone wanting to hear it,

which is a physical, carnal and brutal language.

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

No no no…

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

Face to face, stand in front of me,

provoke me so that I send you,

Ask for clues, don't look at me.

That I sting you like a wasp.

Smart I am when I want,

when I want I am a mortar

and crush with my eyes

to the impertinent ones with hurtful glances.

That I don't care what people think.

That I don't care what people think.

That I don't care what people think.

So don't underestimate this critter.

No no no…

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

No no no…

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Come on, take off my wrapper

and you'll see... you'll see.

Don't underestimate this bitch

Although there is little chicha in the waist.

Don't underestimate this bitch

even if I have little girl.

He who warns is not a traitor.