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Más Tequila

Pintores deambulando copa en mano esperando su confirmación
Poetas de ojos tristes sin amparo con su obra en un pen-drive en un cajón
Actores que dicen ser actores en busca de su primer papel
Personal shoppers, tendencers y bloggers, uffff... tequila pero doble esta vez
El aire se llena de intentos de notas de olores y conversación
Mientras toca una banda de dos llegados del Fib en Air Castellón
Ella maúlla de perlas y el humilla a las cuerdas debiera de pedirles perdón Diosss... Señorita la botella por favor
Ay Rosita si quieres que siga, aguantando la vela, dame de beber Sírveme otro tequila cariño pero doble esta vez
Ay Rosita si no quieres que vuelva a largarme de nuevo te pido por dios Ay Rosita, la botella por favor
Y la fiesta se pudre al instante en el que el poeta intenta recitar
Que lo gay se ha pasado de moda, que lo cool es amar al nogal
Al pintor le fulmina por whatsapp su marchante New York se ha caído al final
Pero a cambio le ofrecen en Parla el club de ganchillo y de mus ideal
Y los bloggers, tendencers, actores y shopper se piran a desayunar
El poeta se va hasta el retiro a hartarse de amar, con el dúo detrás
El pintor para Atocha y a Parla la vida querido, a ver su local
Yo me voy con la camarera a comprar más tequila después de una noche tan chic y avant-garde
Ay Rosita si quieres que siga, aguantando la vela, dame de beber Sírveme otro tequila cariño pero doble esta vez
Ay Rosita si no quieres que vuelva a largarme de nuevo te pido por dios Ay Rosita, la botella por favor

More Tequila

Painters wandering around with a drink in hand waiting for their confirmation
Sad-eyed poets without support with their work on a pen drive in a drawer
Actors who say they are actors looking for their first role
Personal shoppers, trendsetters, and bloggers, uffff... tequila but double this time
The air is filled with attempts at notes of smells and conversation
While a band of two arrives from the Fib in Air Castellón
She meows in pearls and he humiliates the strings, he should beg their forgiveness, God... Miss, the bottle please
Oh Rosita, if you want me to stay, holding the candle, give me a drink. Serve me another tequila, honey, but double this time
Oh Rosita, if you don't want me to leave again, I beg you by God. Oh Rosita, the bottle please
And the party rots instantly when the poet tries to recite
That being gay is out of fashion, that the cool thing is to love the walnut
The painter is fired by his New York dealer via WhatsApp, New York has fallen at the end
But in return he is offered the crochet and mus club ideal in Parla
And the bloggers, trendsetters, actors and shopper go out to breakfast
The poet goes to the retreat to get tired of love, with the duo behind
The painter goes to Atocha and to Parla life my dear, to see his place
I'm going with the waitress to buy more tequila after such a chic and avant-garde night
Oh Rosita, if you want me to stay, holding the candle, give me a drink. Serve me another tequila, honey, but double this time
Oh Rosita, if you don't want me to leave again, I beg you by God. Oh Rosita, the bottle please