Paroles et traduction Yiyo Sarante - Lo Hago Con la Mano

Lo Hago Con la Mano

Gracias por no estar conmigo, por hacer eso por mi
Al principio estaba herido, no quería vivir sin ti
Ahora que he ido soltero, me volví muy popular
Ya no me molestes, deja de llamarme a mi celular

Vístete y date la vuelta, no quiero volver a verte
No te me pongas en frente, en pura ropa interior
Mejor lo hago con la mano
A demás ya no me gusta como luce tu exterior

Para que reflexionaras te di mil explicaciones
Y te dije en mis sermones, que iba a desaparecer
No se como me encontraste, pero te advierto que al sexo
Contigo ya es aburrido, ya no lo vamos hacer

Gracias por no estar conmigo, tengo mi autoestima al cien
Te puedes quitar las ganas, yo no se conque o con quien
Con todos menos conmigo, yo deje de ser opción
Y no es un invento que hay otra persona, en mi corazón

Vístete y date la vuelta, no quiero volver a verte
No te me pongas en frente, en pura ropa interior
Mejor lo hago con la mano
A demás ya no me gusta como luce tu exterior

Para que reflexionaras te di mil explicaciones
Y te dije en mis sermones, que iba a desaparecer
No se como me encontraste, pero te advierto que el sexo
Tu sabes que yo tengo otra, ya no lo vamos hacer

I Do It With My Hand

Thanks for not being with me, for doing that for me
At first I was hurt, I didn't want to live without you
Now that I've gone solo, I've become very popular
Don't bother me anymore, stop calling my cell phone

Get dressed and turn around, I don't want to see you again
Don't stand in front of me, in your underwear
I'd rather do it with my hand
Besides, I don't like the way your exterior looks anymore

I gave you a thousand explanations to make you think
And I told you in my sermons, that I would disappear
I don't know how you found me, but I warn you that sex
With you is boring, we're not going to do it anymore

Thanks for not being with me, my self-esteem is at a hundred
You can get over it, I don't know with what or with whom
With everyone except me, I'm no longer an option
And it's not an invention that there's someone else, in my heart

Get dressed and turn around, I don't want to see you again
Don't stand in front of me, in your underwear
I'd rather do it with my hand
Besides, I don't like the way your exterior looks anymore

I gave you a thousand explanations to make you think
And I told you in my sermons, that I would disappear
I don't know how you found me, but I warn you that sex
You know I have someone else, we're not going to do it anymore