Mentiras El Musical — Pobre secretaria song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre secretaria" by Mentiras El Musical.
Lyrics
Casi las 8, salto a la ducha
No no me puedo retrasar
Medias de seda, falda apretada
Que maquillaje habré de usar
7 perfumes, uñas pintadas
Algo que pueda conquistar
Algo de escote, algo que note
Que no le deje trabajar
Más atrevida, menos princesa
Siendo elegante gustaré
Más decidida, menos discreta
Irresistible más que ayer
Tiro la casa por la ventana
Un elíxir he de encontrar
Y este querido lo has conseguido
No sé si pueda aguantar más
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Pídele que copie cien mil veces yo te amo
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Creo que le falta poco para enloquecer
Se abre la puerta, yo boqui abierta
Siento un desmayo un no sé qué
Venga al despacho, tono de macho
Me armo de lapiz y papel
Por una nota, por una cita
Por un piropo que he de hacer
Piel de franela, ojos canela
De indiferencia moriré
Esa sonrisa maravillosa
De irresistible seductor
Y es atractivo, de ejecutivo
Me ha roto en dos el corazón
Caigo en tus brazos, dame un abrazo
Que no hay antídoto mejor
Llámame esclava, llámame nena
Y no me ignores por favor
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Pídele que copie cien mil veces yo te amo
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Creo que le falta poco para enloquecer
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Pídele que copie cien mil veces yo te amo
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Creo que le falta poco para enloquecer
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Pídele que copie cien mil veces yo te amo
Fíjate, fíjate en tu secretaria
Ay señor que dolor pobre secretaria
Creo que le falta poco para enloquecer
Lyrics translation
Almost 8: 00, jump in the shower
No, I can't be late.
Silk stockings, tight skirt
What makeup will I wear
7 perfumes, painted nails
Something I can conquer
Some cleavage, something to notice
Don't let him work.
More daring, less Princess
Being elegant I'll like it
More determined, less discreet
Irresistible more than yesterday
I throw the house out the window
An elixir I must find
And this darling you have achieved
I don't know if I can take it any longer
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
Ask him to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
I think he's about to go crazy.
The door opens, I mouth open
I feel a faint A I don't know what
Come to the office, macho tone
I arm myself with pencil and paper
For a note, for a quote
For a blow I have to make
Flannel skin, cinnamon eyes
I'll die of indifference
That wonderful smile
Of irresistible seductress
And he's attractive, executive
He broke my heart in two.
I fall into your arms, give me a hug
That there is no better antidote
Call me slave, Call Me Baby
And don't ignore me please
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
Ask him to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
I think he's about to go crazy.
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
Ask him to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
I think he's about to go crazy.
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
Ask him to copy a hundred thousand times I love you
Look, look at your secretary.
Oh Lord that poor secretary pain
I think he's about to go crazy.