Jimmy Ríos — Sittin' On A Fence song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sittin' On A Fence" by Jimmy Ríos.
Lyrics
Tengo una novia que finge
Que no tiene orgasmos
Y, al reprimir sus espasmos
Al sofocar su laringe
Me pone cara de esfinge
Finge, finge, finge
Que yo lo sé
Yo sé que finge
Yo sé que es una artimaña
Contra mi autoestima
Y es que le doy mucha grima
Siempre de hazaña en hazaña
Por eso me mete caña
Caña, caña, caña
Pobre de mí. Y ron de caña
El ron de caña
Oh qué desdicha
El ron de caña
Si que empaña
La susodicha
Al primer ron
Aún sirvo de algo
Pero al segundo
Casi no cundo
Casi no valgo
Y al tercer ron
Soy un escombro
Con mi autoestima
Por la tarima
Manga por hombro
Y le susurro a la oreja
Al ver su entusiasmo:
Estás teniendo un orgasmo
Se te ha movido una ceja
Tu cuerpo se desmadeja
Deja, deja, deja
Déjate ir no tendrás queja
Viendo que da su artimaña
Nulos resultados
Sus uñas en mis costados
Se deja ir y me araña
Fingiendo un poco de saña
Caña, caña, caña
Pobre de mí. Y ron de caña
El ron de caña
Sí que me afecta
El ron de caña
El que me acompaña
Mi edad provecta
Al primer ron
Aún sirvo de algo
Pero al segundo
Casi no cundo
Casi no valgo
Y al tercer ron
Soy sólo un lastre
Con mi autoestima
Por la tarima
Para el arrastre
El ron de caña
Me compromete
El ron de caña
Que me desmaña
Y ya van siete
Al primer ron
Aún sirvo de algo
Pero al segundo
Casi no cundo
Casi no valgo
Y al tercer ron
Perezco un leño
Con mi autoestima
Por la tarima
Ronca su sueño
Lyrics translation
I have a girlfriend who pretends
Who has no orgasms
And, by repressing his spasms
By suffocating your larynx
It makes me look like a sphinx.
Pretend, pretend, pretend
That I know
I know he pretends
I know it's a ruse.
Against my self-esteem
And I give him a lot of gripe
Always from feat to feat
That's why I'm getting stuck.
Cane, cane, cane
Poor me. And Cane Rum
Cane Rum
Oh how unfortunate
Cane Rum
Yes, it's foggy.
The above
To the first rum
I'm still of some use
But the second
I hardly know.
I'm barely worth it.
And the Third Rum
I'm a wreck.
With my self-esteem
By the platform
Shoulder sleeve
And I whisper in my ear
Seeing his enthusiasm:
You're having an orgasm
You've moved an eyebrow
Your body is crumbling
Stop, stop, stop
Let go you won't have a complaint
Seeing that he gives his ruse
Null results
Her fingernails on my sides
He lets go and scratches me
Pretending a little bit of anger
Cane, cane, cane
Poor me. And Cane Rum
Cane Rum
It does affect me.
Cane Rum
The one who accompanies me
My age provecta
To the first rum
I'm still of some use
But the second
I hardly know.
I'm barely worth it.
And the Third Rum
I'm just a drag
With my self-esteem
By the platform
For drag
Cane Rum
It commits Me
Cane Rum
That makes me faint
And it's seven.
To the first rum
I'm still of some use
But the second
I hardly know.
I'm barely worth it.
And the Third Rum
I'm losing a log
With my self-esteem
By the platform
Hoarse your dream