Sexo - Residente, Dillon Francis, Ile

Esto es dedicado para Sigmund Freud y Judith Butler

Pa' que la meneen

Dile Dillon

Se maquilla, porque quiere sexo

Se peina, porque quiere sexo

Se compra ropa, porque quiere sexo

Se perfuma, porque quiere sexo

Te pidió el teléfono, porque quiere sexo

Se atrevió a hablarle, porque quiere sexo

Se ponen nerviosos, porque quieren sexo

Se conocieron, porque querían sexo

Te regaló chocolates y flores

Una pecera llena de peces de colores

Y trajo a los mejores mariachis de la plaza frente a tu casa

Porque quiere sexo

Le escribió un poema, porque quiere sexo

Fueron al cine, porque quieren sexo

Te sacó a bailar, porque quiere sexo

¡Nadie lo dice pero todos quieren sexo!

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Quiere ganar plata, porque quiere sexo

Se compró un auto, porque quiere sexo

Se puso a dieta, porque quiere sexo

Te invitó a cenar, porque quiere sexo

Cuando te pregunta qué signo eres

Aunque no sepa nada de astrología, ehm-mmm, ahm-mmm

¡Es porque quiere sexo!

Quiere ser intelectual, porque quiere sexo

Dice que lee libros, porque quiere sexo

Cuando en la primera cita te ríes de los chistes

Aunque no te den risa

No eres católico pero fuiste a la misa

Y aunque tenga un chancro en el labio le das un beso

Es porque quieres sexo

¡Nadie lo dice pero todos quieren sexo!

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Queremos sexo, no es juego

Desde que los monos descubrieron el fuego

No necesitábamos cama

Adán y Eva lo hicieron encima de una rama

Y se comieron la manzana

Y nació la raza humana

Y gritamos con entusiasmo

Y descubrimos los orgasmos

Nos inventamos los condones

Y todas las posiciones

Y descubrimos las orgías

La poligamia, la fantasía

Y aunque lo hagamos

Nunca lo hablamos

Todos los días lo pensamos

Nos da cosquilla' hasta en los hueso'

¡Nadie lo dice pero todos quieren sexo!

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam

What a bam-bam

Tu pun-pun

Wiqui, wiqui

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

This is dedicated to Sigmund Freud and Judith Butler

So that they shake it

Tell Dillon

She puts on makeup, because she wants sex

She combs her hair because she wants sex

He buys clothes, because he wants sex

She perfumes herself, because she wants sex

He asked for your phone, because he wants sex

She dared to talk to him, because she wants sex

They get nervous, because they want sex

They met, because they wanted sex

She gave you chocolates and flowers

A fish tank full of colorful fish

And he brought the best mariachis from the square in front of your house

because he wants sex

She wrote him a poem, because she wants sex

They went to the movies, because they want sex

She asked you to dance, because she wants sex

No one says it but everyone wants sex!

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

She wants to earn money, because she wants sex

She bought a car, because she wants sex

He went on a diet, because he wants sex

She invited you to dinner, because she wants sex

When she asks you what sign you are

Even if I don't know anything about astrology, ehm-mmm, ahm-mmm

It's because he wants sex!

He wants to be intellectual, because he wants sex

He says he reads books because he wants sex

When you laugh at jokes on the first date

Even if they don't make you laugh

You are not catholic but you went to mass

And even if he has a chancre on his lip, you give him a kiss

It's because you want sex

No one says it but everyone wants sex!

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

We want sex, it's not a game

Since the monkeys discovered fire

We didn't need a bed

Adam and Eve did it on top of a branch

And they ate the apple

And the human race was born

And we shout with enthusiasm

And we discovered orgasms

We invented condoms

and all positions

And we discovered the orgies

polygamy, fantasy

And even if we do

we never talk about it

Every day we think about it

It tickles us 'even in the bones'

No one says it but everyone wants sex!

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

blam blam

What a bam-bam

You pun-pun

wiki, wiki

Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta