Manos de topo — Morir de celos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Morir de celos" by Manos de topo.
Lyrics
Morir de celos es algo que hace tiempo no entra en mis planes
Echo de menos practicar tantas posturas elegantes
Sé que hay un hombre que te toca y que no lleva guantes
Te ata a la cama con hilo dental
Interesante, conmigo siempre te haces la interesante
Lo triste es que funciona, consigues excitarme
Pornografía barata es la oferta de este mes
Padezco el síndrome del hombre vulgar
Nunca consigo lo que quiero
Todos los martes, siempre consigues quien te compre collares
De las que piensan, que es mejor cerrar con llave la despensa
Últimamente estoy volviendo a pasar algo de hambre
Aún soy un lactante y me tienes que cuidar
Sigues callada, te has prometido no hablar entre semana
Tu familia te apoya, cinco días no son nada
Con tal de que consigas romperme el corazón
Sé que carezco de personalidad
No valoro lo que tengo
Lyrics translation
To die of jealousy is something that has not been in my plans for a long time
I miss practicing so many elegant postures
I know there's a man who touches you and doesn't wear gloves
He ties you to the bed with dental floss
Interesting, you always play interesting with me
The sad thing is that it works, you get to turn me on
Cheap porn is this month's offer
I have common man syndrome
I never get what I want
Every Tuesday, you always get someone to buy you necklaces
Of those who think, it is better to lock the pantry
Lately I'm getting a little hungry again.
I'm still a baby and you have to take care of me
You're still quiet. you promised not to talk on weekdays.
Your family supports you, five days is nothing
As long as you can break my heart
I know I have no personality
I don't value what I have