La rubia perfecta - Canteca de macao

Eres tú, eres tú la chica con la que soñé

Eres tú, eres tú, eres tú, eres tú a la que siempre forniqué

Eres tú, eres tú, la chica con la que flipé

Eres tú, eres tú y esta vez yo… lo sé

Sus cálidas rastas se acercan a mí

Esos ojos azules, boquita de alcohol

La rubia perfecta de mi corazón

Sus pechos rosados me ponen a mil

Su culo bonito, empetado con un tanga rojo

Que empieza en las piernas

Que sube, que baja, que viene, que va

Que cato un poco tus piernas y pam!

(x2)

Así que…

Eres tú, eres tú la chica con la que soñé

Eres tú, eres tú, eres tú, eres tú a la que siempre forniqué

Eres tú, eres tú, la chica con la que flipé

Eres tú, eres tú y esta vez yo lo sé (y esta vez yo lo sé)

Pasaron los días y ya te caté

Y lo que tú fuiste, nena, me dejó de poner (me dejó de poner)

Y ahora me quedo con otra mujer

Que tenga más morro, más pecho, más culo, más rastas

Y sin pelo en la piel (y sin pelo en la piel)

Así que…

No eres tú, no eres tú, la chica con la que soñé

No eres tú, no eres tú, no eres tú no eres tú a la que siempre forniqué

No eres tú, no eres tú, la chica con la que flipé

No eres tú, no eres tú y esta vez yo lo sé (y esta vez yo lo sé)

Ese pelo dorado ya no me supo convencer

Esos ojos azules, lentillas de palo una ilusión

La boquita de alcohol parecía un garrafón

La rubia imperfecta de mi corazón (la rubia imperfecta de mi corazón)

Así que amiguito que sepas que nada es perfecto

Que hay peces que vienen, que peces que van

Que peces que cato, que pesco, que tiro, y que todos luego

Vuelven al mar, se van, se van, se van (y vuelven al mar y se van, se van,

se van)

Así que…

No eres tú no eres tú la chica con la que soñé

No eres tú, no eres tú, no eres tú no eres tú a la que siempre forniqué

No eres tú, no eres tú, la chica con la que flipé

No eres tú, no eres tú y esta vez yo lo sé

It's you, it's you the girl I dreamed of

It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you that I always fornicated

It's you, it's you, the girl I freaked out with

It's you, it's you and this time I... I know

Her warm dreadlocks come closer to me

Those blue eyes, mouthful of alcohol

The perfect blonde of my heart

Her pink breasts make me a thousand

Her nice ass of hers, tied with a red thong

That she starts in the legs

What goes up, what goes down, what comes, what goes

That I taste your legs a little and pam!

(x2)

So…

It's you, it's you the girl I dreamed of

It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you that I always fornicated

It's you, it's you, the girl I freaked out with

It's you, it's you and this time I know (and this time I know)

The days passed and I already tasted you

And what you were, baby, stopped me from putting on (stopped me from putting on)

And now I stay with another woman

That has more nose, more chest, more ass, more dreadlocks

And no hair on the skin (and no hair on the skin)

So…

It's not you, it's not you, the girl I dreamed of

It's not you, it's not you, it's not you, it's not you, it's not you that I always fornicated

It's not you, it's not you, the girl I flipped out on

It's not you, it's not you and this time I know (and this time I know)

That golden hair no longer knew how to convince me

Those blue eyes, contact lenses an illusion

The mouthful of alcohol looked like a jug

The imperfect blonde of my heart (the imperfect blonde of my heart)

So little friend you know that nothing is perfect

That there are fish that come, that fish that go

What fish I catch, what I fish, what I shoot, and what all later

They return to the sea, they go, they go, they go (and they return to the sea and they go, they go,

they go)

So…

It's not you, it's not you, the girl I dreamed of

It's not you, it's not you, it's not you, it's not you, it's not you that I always fornicated

It's not you, it's not you, the girl I flipped out on

It's not you, it's not you and this time I know