Humo (Excusame) - Musicologo the Libro

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

No sabía que no fumabas ni que te molesta el humo

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

Excúsame, no sabía que te molesta el humo

No sabía que no fumabas ni que te molesta el humo

Humo, humo, humo, humo

Humo, humo, humo, humo

(No sabía que te molesta el humo)

Humo, humo, humo, humo

Humo, humo, humo, humo

(No sabía que te molesta)

Cuando salgo, te molesta, gasto, te molesta

Cuando bebo, te molesta, todo te molesta

(No sabía que no fumabas)

Vo’a tener que echarte agua porque tú 'tá seca

¿Cuándo me pongo un perfume de esa vaina, te molesta?

Bájale algo porque eso me molesta

No le haga' que no te gusta a otro, eso me molesta

Todo te molesta, lo del niño te molesta

¿Qué va' a hacer si en una de esa yo recojo mi' maleta'?

La que más pelea;

mi mujer, to' le molesta

Que la calle, la bebida, to' esa vaina

Dudo que me vea y se acabaron las molestía'

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

I didn't know you didn't smoke or that smoke bothers you

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

Excuse me, I didn't know that smoke bothers you

I didn't know you didn't smoke or that smoke bothers you

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

(I didn't know that smoke bothers you)

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

(I didn't know it bothers you)

When I go out, it bothers you, I spend, it bothers you

When I drink, it bothers you, everything bothers you

(I didn't know you didn't smoke)

I'm going to have to throw water on you because you're dry

When I put on a perfume from that pod, does it bother you?

Put something down because that bothers me

Don't tell another that you don't like it, that bothers me

Everything bothers you, the child bothers you

What are you going to do if in one of those I pick up my suitcase?

The one that fights the most;

my wife, it bothers her

That the street, the drink, all that pod

I doubt that he sees me and the annoyance is over'