Tu Transpiración Dior
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
I can't sleep. I like it. In the night, delight!
Your body is the light, and my pleasure my right.
Tu transpiración, tu olor, se camuflan de Dior,
Apagá todas tus luces no me pidas sumisión.
Te permito fatal siempre que me excites.
Mi camisa le queda grande a todos los que ves.
Juguemos otra vez. Ya zarpó tu estrés.
Mirame. Ves?,
Después? Revés!.
Yo quiero ser cortés.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
She's not a friend.
She's not afraid.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
Tu mitad perfecta la tenés ante vos,
decime si esta letra le teme a Dios.
Bailá en mi cama, arrancate el satín,
demos gloria a la noche y a los restos de Jim Beam.
Las chispas de tus tacos
salen de un fracaso más.
Solo quiero que tus pies
acaricien mi sofá.
Desnudos somos dos,
no mucho más,
creyendo somos tres
y amando la mitad.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
She's not a friend.
She's not afraid.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
She's not a friend.
She's not afraid.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.
She's not a friend.
She's not afraid.
She's got the moon in my bed tonight.