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Cómeme

3:28flamenco, flamenco pop Album Chambao 25 Aniversario 2026-03-06

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Description

Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Bob Benozzo

Recording Engineer: Pedro Pimentel

Recording Engineer: Oscar Sánchez

Recording Engineer: Andrea Valfré

Recording Engineer: Fernando Blanca

Assistant Engineer: Manuel Fernández

Lyrics and translation

Original

Pim, pam, pum. Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Debajo de tu piel, un universo entero.
Debajo de tu sábana donde se dibuja mi cuerpo.
A miles de galaxias donde nos gusta perdernos.
Que me convierto en agua, se me para to y to el tiempo.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
-Manos arriba para el Sur.
-Qué bien le queda el carácter a una cara guapa. Si fueras natilla, te chupaba hasta la tapa.
Humedezco hasta que quepo y nada se escapa. La parte superior tapá del logo de Kappa.
Humo blanco de Marruecos, dientes de nácar. No solo es bello el moreno, fresas con nata.
Qué mimosa está mi gata y qué ganas tenemos de pim, pam, pum, jeje, hasta que nos comemos.
Que yo me lleno de vida cuando tus ojos me hablan.
Cuando tu boca me mira, cuando tus piernas me agarran.
Que yo me lleno de vida cuando tus ojos me hablan. Cuando tu boca me mira, cuando tus piernas me atrapan.
Y así pues, ven aquí, cómeme, ven aquí, cómeme. Ven aquí, cómeme.
Ven aquí, cómeme, ven aquí, cómeme, que yo te como también. Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Tierra de nadie, no hay más, no hay más.
El miedo no me deja ni pensar, ni pensar.
Tierra de nadie, no hay más. No, no, no.
No me deja, no -me deja, no me deja pensar. -Antón Sánchez en la casa.
Trampa antojos, lunares como un traje del sur.
Primero lo hago con los ojos, no me apagues la luz. La aguja al rojo, les piso, voy sobrao de actitud.
Te miras más que un deportivo en pleno Puerto Banús. Tú tienes lo más esencial, lo que buscaba
Baloo. Esto no pincha, puedes usar la mano, soy tu hincha.
Películas de Fincher, la sangre to lo hinche. Solo tú haces que no mueva ficha y me vaya del sur.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme.
Te como, te como, cómeme. Pim, pam, pum.
¡Fuego!

English translation

Pum, pum, pum. I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
Under your skin, an entire universe.
Under your sheet where my body is drawn.
To thousands of galaxies where we like to get lost.
I turn into water, time stops everything and everything.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
-Hands up for the South.
-How good character looks on a handsome face. If you were custard, I would suck you up to the top.
I moisten until it fits and nothing escapes. The upper part covers the Kappa logo.
White smoke from Morocco, mother-of-pearl teeth. Not only the brown one is beautiful, strawberries and cream.
My cat is so cuddly and we can't wait to pim, pam, pum, hehe, until we eat.
That I am filled with life when your eyes speak to me.
When your mouth looks at me, when your legs grab me.
That I am filled with life when your eyes speak to me. When your mouth looks at me, when your legs catch me.
And so, come here, eat me, come here, eat me. Come here, eat me.
Come here, eat me, come here, eat me, I'll eat you too. I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
No man's land, there is no more, there is no more.
Fear doesn't let me think or think.
No man's land, there is no more. No, no, no.
It won't let me, no - it won't let me, it won't let me think. -Antón Sánchez in the house.
Trap cravings, polka dots like a southern suit.
First I do it with my eyes, don't turn off the light. The needle is red, I step on them, I have plenty of attitude.
You look more like a sports car in the heart of Puerto Banús. You have the most essential thing, what I was looking for
Baloo. This doesn't hurt, you can use your hand, I'm your fan.
Fincher movies, the blood swells everything. Only you make me not move and leave the south.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me.
I eat you, I eat you, eat me. Pum, pum, pum.
Fire!

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