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Description
Producer: Mattin Zeberio
Lyrics and translation
Original
Quise una gatita, pero ella no me quería. Me tenía todo el día maullando.
Estaba escribiéndole canciones a María, estaba perdiendo el tiempo pensando.
Esto no es amooor, y eso no es amooor.
Yo ya no soy su chiqui, pero sé que she miss me.
Me mira los labios, me pide otro kiss. Yo quiero que me agarre de los mid sixty.
No te hagas, todos tus amigos saben de quién habla tu susta.
Me quieres detrás. A ti te gusta gustar y enamorarte te asusta.
Siempre acabas dándome la chapa, yo toda disociada.
Mientras me hablas te pongo buena cara y yo pensando en qué voy a hacer mañana, qué me voy a poner.
Tengo a toa mi peña preocupada porque dicen que no se creen lo que me está pasando, que se me nota en la cara que yo estoy enamorado, pero ella solamente está jugando.
Esto no es amooor, y eso no es amooor.
Yo aquí to pillao aña a ver a esa ya sola y delante de sus amigas nunca me da bola.
Yo sé que me va a llamar cuando se quede en casa sola, que vaya y le arranque ese vestido de Mowalola. ¿Cómo no va a ser amor si ella es mi Snoopy?
Ella es mi pequeña, como Snooki.
Tiene cara de muñeca, aunque a veces se ponga Chucky y está llena de pequitas, es mi cookie.
Y yo van muchos días sin tocarte el pelo, van muchos sin que me tomes el pelo.
Tiempo evitando admitirme que te quiero, que sin querer al lado tuyo lo exagero.
La mejor prenda que tienes es esa cara y todo le sienta bien, vaya puta privilegiada.
Y para mí que querer es el motor, ella siempre reniega del amor y luego vive enamorada.
Quise una gatita, pero ella no me quería, me tenía todo el día maullando.
Estaba escribiéndole canciones a María, estaba perdiendo el tiempo pensando.
Y eso no es amooor, y eso no es amooor.
Y eso no es amooor, y eso no es amooor.
English translation
I wanted a kitten, but she didn't love me. He had me meowing all day.
I was writing songs for Maria, I was wasting time thinking.
This is not loooooooooove, and that is not loooooooove.
I'm no longer her little girl, but I know she misses me.
He looks at my lips, asks me for another kiss. I want him to hold on to the mid sixties.
Don't worry, all your friends know who your scare is talking about.
You want me behind. You like to be liked and falling in love scares you.
You always end up giving me the cold shoulder, I'm all dissociated.
While you talk to me I put on a good face and I think about what I'm going to do tomorrow, what I'm going to wear.
I have my entire group worried because they say they don't believe what's happening to me, that it can be seen on my face that I'm in love, but she's just playing.
This is not loooooooooove, and that is not loooooooove.
I'm here to catch you until I see that one alone and in front of her friends she never gives me shit.
I know she's going to call me when she's home alone, to go and rip off that Mowalola dress. How can it not be love if she is my Snoopy?
She's my little girl, like Snooki.
She has the face of a doll, although sometimes she looks like Chucky and she is full of freckles, she is my cookie.
And many days go by without touching your hair, many days go by without you teasing me.
Time avoiding admitting to myself that I love you, that without wanting to be next to you I exaggerate it.
The best piece of clothing you have is that face and everything suits it well, what a privileged whore.
And for me, loving is the driving force, she always denies love and then lives in love.
I wanted a kitten, but she didn't love me, she kept me meowing all day.
I was writing songs for Maria, I was wasting time thinking.
And that's not love, and that's not love.
And that's not love, and that's not love.