Iluso - Ricardo Arjona

Era un jueves gris, llovía

Pídeme un remis, decía

En el lobby de un hotel barato

Viene de rentar su piel un rato

Con la algarabía del deber cumplido

Acrobacias del placer fingido

Un orgasmo de alquiler, con ruidos

Pone boca en su carmín escaso

Arañando el adoquín sus pasos

Quien tiene algo para la nariz, pregunta

Podría ser de utilidad mi pañuelo

Disfracé de ingenuidad, mi anzuelo

Algo para no dormir, idiota

Si me das podrías pedir mi ropa

Donde encuentro nieve pa´l desvelo, ahora

Creo que cien podría ajustar, te animas

Mi depa esta al cruzar la esquina

Estoy solo como tu, fulana

Te invito a estrenar la luz, mañana

No te quiero pa´ desarreglar la cama

No es lo que haces con tu boca mi muñeca rota lo que solicito

Te puedes dejar la ropa, mi muñeca rota no la necesito

No es mojar la calentura, ahogar en tu cintura lo que ando buscando

Es un poco de ternura para ver si cura lo que estoy pasando

Dijo si sin sonreír, camina

Dime si el sexo sin placer, te enciende

Solo si el cliente es mujer, lo entiendes

Disimulando argumente esta claro

No te creas que me parece raro

Cada quien su gusto y su pasión, le dije

Te podría sujetar la mano

Dame cien para empezar, y hablamos

Los busque en mi pantalón y nada

Fui debajo del colchón y estaban

Se los di como quien compra un par, de alas

No es lo que haces con tu boca mi muñeca rota lo que solicito

Te puedes dejar la ropa, mi muñeca rota no la necesito

No es mojar la calentura, ahogar en tu cintura lo que ando buscando

Es un poco de ternura para ver si cura lo que estoy pasando

Miro el buró y sin sonreír, momento

Si es tu ex la del buró no hay trato

Con su mano señaló el retrato

La conoces pregunté, confuso

Fue por mí quien te dejo, iluso

It was a gray Thursday, it was raining

Ask me for a remis, he said

In a cheap hotel lobby

He comes from renting his skin for a while

With the hubbub of duty accomplished

Acrobatics of feigned pleasure

An orgasm for rent, with noises

Puts mouth on her scanty lipstick

Scratching the cobblestone their footsteps

Who has something for the nose, ask

My handkerchief could be useful

I disguised naivety, my hook

Something not to sleep, idiot

If you give me you could order my clothes

Where do I find snow for sleeplessness, now

I think a hundred could adjust, you cheer

My apartment is across the corner

I'm lonely like you, whore

I invite you to brand new light, tomorrow

I don't want you to mess up the bed

It's not what you do with your mouth my broken wrist that I request

You can leave your clothes, my broken wrist I don't need it

It is not to wet the fever, to drown in your waist what I am looking for

It's a little tenderness to see if it heals what I'm going through

He said yes without smiling, walk

Tell me if sex without pleasure turns you on

Only if the client is a woman, do you understand

Concealing argument is clear

Do not think that I find it strange

Each one his taste and his passion for her, I told him

I could hold your hand

Give me a hundred to start, and we'll talk

I looked for them in my pants and nothing

I went under the mattress and they were

I gave them to them like someone who buys a pair of wings

It's not what you do with your mouth my broken wrist that I request

You can leave your clothes, my broken wrist I don't need it

It is not to wet the fever, to drown in your waist what I am looking for

It's a little tenderness to see if it heals what I'm going through

I look at the bureau and without smiling, moment

If your ex is the one from the bureau, there is no deal

With her hand she pointed to the portrait

Do you know her I asked, confused

It was for me who left you, deluded