Description
The evening air is thick, like caramel on a stick, and sticks to the skin. Words seem to shoot out in bursts - sometimes a whisper, sometimes a chuckle, sometimes a cheeky ‘mia mia mia’, after which there is no room for doubt. Everything here is on a physical level: sweat, breath, slight dizziness from sudden closeness. No romance with petals and candles - just a noisy park, bike rides and bushes that become a bed of sorts under the circumstances.
The music sounds like an admission that feelings are secondary. The main thing is that there is a moment: fast, bright, optional. A little funny, a little awkward, but honest - desire without embellishment and without promises.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Skrrt.
Yeah. Carerrra.
Baby girl.
Baby girl, baby girl. Won't you kiss me one last time?
Girl. Who's my baby girl?
Baby girl, won't you kiss me one more time?
Baby girl. Listen. Yo la quiero culear en la bici.
Ella a mí me quiere ride como en bici. Todo lo que toco lo hago dorado. Solo espero que ella no se haya enamorado.
Todo el día pegao como guau, guau, guau.
Si me pego a su espalda dice miau, miau, miau, miau. Tú mi gata y yo tu perro. Soy el más guarro. Quiero mi premio.
Sabe bien.
Que es lo que ella quiere.
No quiere un dulce nene.
Quiere sentirme, mmm. Sentirme, mmm.
Quiere sentirme, mmm. Salgo con ella a pasear. Damos una vuelta por el bulevar.
Yo quiero ser cutie, se me da fatal. Acabamos follando en el matorral.
Sabe bien. Baby girl, won't you kiss me one last time?
Que es lo que ella quiere. No quiere un dulce nene.
Quiere sentirme, mmm. Sentirme, mmm.
Quiere sentirme, mmm. Sabe bien. Baby girl, won't you kiss me one last time?
Que es lo que ella quiere. No quiere un dulce nene. Quiere sentirme, mmm.
Sentirme, mmm.
Quiere sentirme, mmm.
Okay, baby girl. Okay, baby girl. Kiss me. Carerrra, yeah.
Carerrra.
¿Qué digo ahora? Que me joda la puta.
Que me joda la puta. Me tiene harta, dale.
Carerrra.
Sí, tía, pues he estado quedando con el chaval este y a ver, bien, o sea, bien, pero creo que se está montando una peli de locos. O sea, me agobia un poco, la verdad.
English translation
Skrrt.
Yeah. Career.
Baby girl.
Baby girl, baby girl. Won't you kiss me one last time?
Girl. Who's my baby girl?
Baby girl, won't you kiss me one more time?
Baby girl. Listen. I want to fuck her on the bike.
She wants me to ride like a bike. Everything I touch I make gold. I just hope she hasn't fallen in love.
All day I'm like woof, woof, woof.
If I stick to his back he says meow, meow, meow, meow. You my cat and I your dog. I'm the dirtiest. I want my prize.
It tastes good.
Which is what she wants.
He doesn't want a sweet baby.
He wants to feel me, mmm. Feel me, mmm.
He wants to feel me, mmm. I go out with her for a walk. We take a walk along the boulevard.
I want to be a cutie, I'm terrible at it. We ended up fucking in the bush.
It tastes good. Baby girl, won't you kiss me one last time?
Which is what she wants. He doesn't want a sweet baby.
He wants to feel me, mmm. Feel me, mmm.
He wants to feel me, mmm. It tastes good. Baby girl, won't you kiss me one last time?
Which is what she wants. He doesn't want a sweet baby. He wants to feel me, mmm.
Feel me, mmm.
He wants to feel me, mmm.
Okay, baby girl. Okay, baby girl. Kiss me. Race, yeah.
Career.
What do I say now? Fuck the bitch.
Fuck the bitch. I'm fed up, come on.
Career.
Yes, aunt, I've been hanging out with this guy and let's see, well, I mean, well, but I think he's making a crazy movie. I mean, it overwhelms me a little, honestly.