Yuri — Hombres al Borde de un Ataque de Celos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hombres al Borde de un Ataque de Celos" by Yuri.
Lyrics
Altos tacones,
minifalda,
de escote derritiendo,
miradas voy, lentes oscuros,
contoneo de cintura,
pelo suelto revuelo alrededor.
Me llaman hey, hey,
Me dicen hey, hey,
me siguen como las moscas,
a la miel
Abre las puertas, de un mercedes en la cera,
paro el trafico, que soy yo,
el que me espera basilisco de cera.
Desde hace hora y media casi dos,
al verme hey, hey, de frente hey, hey,
se pone blanco y no puede ni hablar.
Hombres al borde de un ataque de celos,
pobres hombres, son como ninos miralos, bebitos. Hombres al borde de un ataque
de celos,
todo nervios que decepcion.
Hombres al borde de un ataque de celos,
pobres hombres, son como ninos miralos, bebitos. Hombres al borde de un ataque
de celos,
todo nervios que decepcion,
Todos son iguales.
Bailo en tu fiesta,
y al mover las caderas, hacen circulo alrededor,
Tan explosivas como la dinamita, dicen que son mis piernas en el rock.
No hay novio que lo resista ya ves, acaban todos suicidandose.
Hombres al borde de un ataque de celos,
Pobres hombres, son como ninos miralos, bebitos. Hombres al borde de un ataque
de celos,
Todo nervios que decepcion.
Hombres al borde de un ataque de celos,
pobres hombres, son como ninos miralos, bebitos. Hombres al borde de un ataque
de celos,
Todo nervios que decepcion,
Todos son iguales.
Lyrics translation
High heels,
miniskirt,
features of melting neckline,
looks I go, dark lenses,
waist contonting,
loose hair stir around.
They call me hey, hey,
They tell me hey, hey,
they follow me like flies,
with honey
Open the doors, a mercedes in wax,
stop the traffic, it's me,
the one waiting for me wax Basilisk.
For an hour and a half almost two,
when you see me hey, hey, straight ahead hey, hey,
he turns white and can't even talk.
Men on the verge of a fit of jealousy,
poor men, they're like children look at them, babies. Men on the verge of an attack
of jealousy,
all nerves that disappoint.
Men on the verge of a fit of jealousy,
poor men, they're like children look at them, babies. Men on the verge of an attack
of jealousy,
all nerves that disappoint,
They're all the same.
I dance at your party,
and when you move your hips, they circle around,
As explosive as dynamite, they say they're my legs in rock.
There's no boyfriend who can resist it. you see, they all end up killing themselves.
Men on the verge of a fit of jealousy,
Poor men, they're like children look at them, babies. Men on the verge of an attack
of jealousy,
All nerves that disappoint.
Men on the verge of a fit of jealousy,
poor men, they're like children look at them, babies. Men on the verge of an attack
of jealousy,
All nerves that disappoint,
They're all the same.