Cachito - Victor Manuel

Aunque no le gustaba se fue enamorando

Él no era tampoco el más guapo del barrio

Ella vendía flores en el quiosco de al lado

Él hacía recados en el mismo mercado

«No te di mi teléfono, ¿quién te lo ha dado?»

No sabe si le gusta que la haya llamado

«Una clienta tuya a la que he camelado

No te digo su nombre porque se lo he jurado»

Se encontraban y al verse perdían el paso

Ella mira a otro lado, él colorado

Yo no sé qué me ha dado este escuchimizado

Que no tiene dos hostias, siempre anda disfrazado

Con esas camisetas y con esos leotardos

Es como un saltimbanqui al que tienes a mano

Más que bueno en la cama era como un jabato

Siempre estaba de fiesta nunca había descanso

Los chupones del cuello no son nada malo

«No los tapes chiquilla que están tatuados»

Una tarde de un martes con poco trabajo

Allí mismo en el fondo ni se lo pensaron

Olía a hierbabuena a jacintos y a nardos

Y la luz de aquel día ya estaba menguando

Aparece la duela y hay un sobresalto

Pero a un perro enganchado es difícil sacarlo

No hubo escena ni drama en aquel escenario

Esos dos se rehicieron e hicieron amago

De pedirle disculpas por tanto relajo

A jefa punto en boca lo que pasó ha pasado

Y cerró la persiana apalancó el candado

Y le agarró el paquete cuando le tuvo a mano

Se les hizo de noche dieron las tres, las cuatro

Y en aquella refriega cachito lo ha bordado

Y aquí acaba la historia colorín colorado

La feria de las flores no fue nada a su lado

Yo no sé qué me ha dado este escuchimizado

Que no tiene dos hostias y anda siempre empalmado

Con esas camisetas y con esos leotardos

Es como un saltimbanqui al que tienes a mano

Although he did not like it, he fell in love

He wasn't the most handsome in the neighborhood either

She was selling flowers at the kiosk next door

He ran errands in the same market

"I didn't give you my phone, who gave it to you?"

She doesn't know if he likes that he called her

«A client of yours whom I have charmed

I won't tell you her name because I have sworn to her"

They met and when they saw each other they lost their way

She looks away, he red

I don't know what this scrawny has given me

That he doesn't have two hosts, he always walks in disguise

With those t-shirts and with those tights

He's like a mountebank that you have on hand

More than good in bed he was like a boar

I was always partying there was never rest

Neck suckers are not a bad thing

"Don't cover them, girl, they are tattooed"

A Tuesday afternoon with little work

Right there in the background they didn't even think about it

He smelled of mint, hyacinths, and spikenards.

And the light of that day was already waning

The stave appears and there is a shock

But a hooked dog is difficult to get out

There was no scene or drama on that stage

Those two redid themselves and made a feint

To apologize for so much relaxation

To boss point in mouth what happened has happened

And she closed the blind she pried the padlock

And she grabbed the pack from her when she got to him

It got dark, they gave three, four

And in that scuffle little piece has embroidered it

And here ends the story colorín colorado

The flower show was nothing by his side

I don't know what this scrawny has given me

That he does not have two hosts and is always hard-on

With those t-shirts and with those tights

He's like a mountebank that you have on hand