Panteón Rococó — Centerfold Blues / La Rubia y el Demonio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Centerfold Blues / La Rubia y el Demonio" by Panteón Rococó.
Lyrics
Así te quería de papel
Así te quería de papel
Te escondía debajo de la cama
Y te sacaba de noche y de mañana
Y contigo como me divertía
Así te quería sin hablar, sin hablar
Yo nunca en la vida te escuche
Desdoblaba poco a poco tu retrato
Y me servias muy bien de pasa rato
Eras mi amante de papel cuche
Pero paso el tiempo y sin querer, sin querer
Se canso mi mano y mi vista
Ya se te arrancaron todas las hojas
Solo me queda una imagen bien pegajosa
Ay amante necesito otra revista
Necesito otra revista
Necesito otra revista
El demonio ha vendido su alma
Por las piernas de una rubia que trabaja
Que baila y se desnuda en la concordia
Un lugar que cierra en las mañanas
Y el se sienta a verla bailar
Toma un trago y luego se va
El demonio le ha comprado un regalo
Para que ella por siempre se enamore de el
Pero ella solo quiere su dinero
Sexo seguro y olvidar lo que paso
Y el se sienta a verla bailar
Toma un trago y luego se va
Y el se sienta a verla bailar
Toma un trago y luego se va
Mira la rubia, mira el demonio
Mira a los dos bailar
Mira la rubia, mira el demonio
Mira a los dos bailar
Mira la rubia, mira el demonio
Mira a los dos bailar
Mira la rubia, mira el demonio
Mira a los dos bailar
Y el se sienta a ver un private
Toma un trago y dice ay wey
Y el se sienta y quiere agarrar
Toma un trago y lo echan del bar
Lo echan del bar
Lo echan del
Lyrics translation
That's how I wanted you on paper.
That's how I wanted you on paper.
Hiding you under the bed
And I'd get you out of the night and out of the morning
And with you how I had fun
That's how I wanted you without talking, without talking
I never in my life listened to you
Slowly unfolding your portrait
And you served me very well for a while
You were my paper lover cuche
But I pass the time and unintentionally, unintentionally
My hand and my sight got tired
All the leaves have been ripped off.
I only have one really sticky image left
Oh lover I need another magazine
I need another magazine.
I need another magazine.
The devil has sold his soul
By the legs of a working blonde
Who dances and undresses in Concord
A place that closes in the mornings
And he sits down to watch her dance
Have a drink and then go
The devil has bought her a gift
So that she will forever fall in love with him
But she just wants her money.
Safe sex and forget what happened
And he sits down to watch her dance
Have a drink and then go
And he sits down to watch her dance
Have a drink and then go
Look at the blonde, look at the devil
Watch them both dance
Look at the blonde, look at the devil
Watch them both dance
Look at the blonde, look at the devil
Watch them both dance
Look at the blonde, look at the devil
Watch them both dance
And he sits down to see a private
Take a drink and say ay wey
And he sits down and wants to grab
Take a drink and they throw him out of the bar
They kick him out of the bar.
They kick him out of the