La Sopa del Bebe - Jenni Rivera

Y A VER SI AGUANTA LA BARA MIJO

Todos dicen que eres un Don Juan

mis amigas se rien en mi cara

asta donde llego tu sinismo

que as dejado que se extienda tu fama

as estada jugando conmigo

pero ahora tambien me las pagas

Eh sacado de tu pantalon

y eh guardado las llaves de casa

cuando llegues tendras que tocarme

te abrire si me pega la gana

dando tiempo a que pueda escaparse

el que se aya durmiendo en tu cama

cuando salga y te abra la puerta

vas oir unos pasos correr

no preguntes porque es la paloma

que aletea y se pone a comer

y si encuentras la colcha manchada

es la sopa que tiro el bebe

Y CUANDO ESTABAS TU NO LA TIRABA EL CHIQUILLO

Cuando llegas y te pido amor

tu te muestras muy indiferente

y es que te andas pasiando con otras

lo critica y lo dice la gente

pero ya sentiras desde ahora

esos cuernos arriba en tu frente

Cuando salga y te abra la puerta

vas a oir unos pasos correr

no preguntes porque es la paloma

que aletea y se pone a correr

y si encuentras la colcha manchada

es la sopa que tiro el bebe.]

AND LET'S SEE IF THE MIJO BAR CAN HOLD

Everyone says you're a Don Juan

my friends laugh in my face

How far did your sinism go?

that you have let your fame spread

ace been playing with me

but now you also pay me

I've taken out of your pants

and I have kept the house keys

when you arrive you will have to touch me

I'll open you up if I feel like it

giving time to escape

the one who is already sleeping in your bed

when he comes out and opens the door for you

you will hear footsteps running

don't ask why it's the dove

that flaps its wings and starts to eat

and if you find the stained bedspread

It is the soup that the baby threw

AND WHEN YOU WERE YOU, THE CHIQUILLO DID NOT THROW IT

When you arrive and I ask you for love

you are very indifferent

and it's that you're hanging out with others

people criticize it and say it

but you will feel from now on

those horns up on your forehead

When I walk out and open the door for you

you will hear footsteps running

don't ask why it's the dove

that flaps its wings and starts to run

and if you find the stained bedspread

It is the soup that the baby threw.]