Lyrics and translation Glaukoma - Ladies & Gentlemen

Ladies & Gentlemen

Son las 8 de la tarde y me tengo que maquillar
Y me quedan un par de horitas hoy salgo para ligar
Con zapatitos de punta y los labios de cristal
La minifalda es muy corta que me toca enseñar
Las medias son de rejilla, poca tela pa tapar
Un escote generoso que me gusta provocar
El ombligo siempre al aire aunque me vaya congelar
Porsi nunca tiene frió tu la puedes calentar

Súper marca, y la mentalidad es súper carca
En realidad la vanidad llena su charca
Ella se jarta pues llega a casa con la cartera intacta
Dice que la política no le interesa
Se ha comprado la ética de rebajas en el bershka
Elige el rió donde pesca y a pesar de que lo parezca
No es ninguna fresca,

Foxys están siempre listas para hacerte feliz
Si vistes caro, tienes carro y mueves speed
Con esas no me vengas y aléjate de mi
Pues visto mierda voy andando y fumo hachis
Y con collarsitos de alajas botas de channel el pelo bien salvaje
Y no tiene pa beber necesita de badboys para saciar su sed
Cuando comienza el circo se cree chica 10
Por eso y digo ya no intenta remediarlo
No busques hogar donde no puedas encontrarlos
Su testa vacía no te respeta como humano
De falsas apariencias son esclavos

Y visten súper marca, y la mentalidad es súper carca
En realidad la vanidad llena su charca
Ella se jarta pues llega a casa con la cartera intacta
Dice que la política no le interesa
Se ha comprado la ética de rebajas en el bershka
Elige el rió donde pesca y a pesar de que lo parezca
No es ninguna freyeyeeeeeesca

Y entonces va y despierta levanta y achanta al man que manda
Y que le jodan a su droga y a su panda
Su coche su cache, su partner y
Cuando es sumiso el paraíso es una puta trampa
... que le den al cabron que te somete
Tu no eres un aren Aunque muchos se crean jeques
Tu no tienes jefes menos aun esos mequetrefes
Se les pudre el cerebro mientras sus bíceps crecen

Y visten súper marca, y la mentalidad es súper carca
En realidad la vanidad llena su charca
Ella se jarta pues llega a casa con la cartera intacta
Dice que la política no le interesa
Se ha comprado la ética de rebajas en el bershka
Elige el rió donde pesca y a pesar de que lo parezca
No es ninguna freyeyeeeeeesca

Ladies & Gentlemen

It's 8 pm and I have to put on my make-up
And I have a couple of hours left today I'm going out to hook up
With pointy-toe shoes and crystal lips
The miniskirt is very short, I have to show it
The stockings are fishnet, not much fabric to cover
A generous cleavage that I like to provoke
The belly button always exposed, even if I'm going to freeze
In case you're never cold, you can warm her up

Super brand, and the mentality is super old-fashioned
In reality, vanity fills her pond
She gets sick because she comes home with her wallet intact
She says that politics do not interest her
She bought ethics on sale at Bershka
She chooses the river where she fishes and although it may seem
She's not fresh

Foxys are always ready to make you happy
If you dress expensively, have a car and move fast
Don't come to me with those and stay away from me
Because I dress like shit, I walk and smoke hashish
And with necklaces of jewelry, Channel boots, really wild hair
And has nothing to drink, needs bad boys to quench her thirst
When the circus begins, she thinks she's a 10
That's why I say, don't try to fix it anymore
Don't look for a home where you can't find
Her empty head does not respect you as a human
They are slaves to false appearances

And they dress super brand, and the mentality is super old-fashioned
In reality, vanity fills her pond
She gets sick because she comes home with her wallet intact
She says that politics do not interest her
She bought ethics on sale at Bershka
She chooses the river where she fishes and although it may seem
She's nor fresh

And then she goes and wakes up and raises and calms down the man in charge
And fuck his drugs and his gang
His car, his cash, his partner and
When he is submissive, paradise is a fucking trap
... damn the bastard who subdues you
You are not an aren Although many think they are sheiks
You have no bosses, even less those mequetrefes
Their brains rot while their biceps grow

And they dress super brand, and the mentality is super old-fashioned
In reality, vanity fills her pond
She gets sick because she comes home with her wallet intact
She says that politics do not interest her
She bought ethics on sale at Bershka
She chooses the river where she fishes and although it may seem
She's nor fresh