Lyrics of Veneno En La Piel - Andrés Calamaro

Veneno En La Piel (original)

Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel
Y es que esta echa de plastico fino
Dicen que tienes un tacto divino
Y quien te toca se queda con el Y si esta noche quieres ir a bailar
Vete poniendo el disfraz de pecadora
Pero tendras que estar lista en media hora
Por que si no yo no te paso a buscar
Pero primero quieres ir a cenar
Y me sugieres que te lleve a un sitio caro
A ver si aceptan la cartilla del paro
Por que si no lo tenemos que robar
Yo voy haciendo me la cuenta de cabeza
Y tu prodigas tu sonrisa, con esmero
Y te dedicas a insultar al camarero
Y me salpicas con espuma de cerveza
Y aqui te espero en la barra del bar
Mientras que tu vas haciendo discoteca
Como te pases te lo advierto muñeca
Que yo esta vez no te voy a rescatar
Te crees que eres una bruja consumada
Y lo que pasa es que estas intoxicada
Que es lo dices que ya no tomas nada
Pero me dicen por ahi que si, que si,
Que si, que si y dicen, dicen
Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel
Y es que esta echa de plastico fino
Dicen que tienes un tacto divino
Y quien te toca se queda con el Dices que yo no soy tu hombre ideal
Mientras ojeas con soltura una revista
Y me pregunto si tendras alguna pista
O alguna foto de tu tal para cual
Te crees que eres una bruja consumada
Y lo que pasa es que estas intoxicada
Que es lo dices que ya no tomas nada
Pero me dicen por ahi que si, que si,
Que si, que si y dicen, dicen
Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel
Y es que esta echa de plastico fino
Dicen que tienes un tacto divino
Y quien te toca se queda con el

(translation)

They say you have poison on your skin
And it is made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you stays with him And if tonight you want to go dancing
Go putting on the sinner's costume
But you'll have to be ready in half an hour
Because otherwise I wouldn't come looking for you
But first you want to go to dinner
And you suggest that I take you to an expensive place
Let's see if they accept the unemployment card
Because if we don't we have to steal it
I'm doing the head count
And you lavish your smile, carefully
And you dedicate yourself to insulting the waiter
And you splash me with beer foam
And here I wait for you at the bar counter
while you go disco
As you pass I warn you doll
That this time I'm not going to rescue you
You think you're a consummate witch
And what happens is that you're intoxicated
What is it? You say that you no longer take anything
But they tell me out there that yes, yes,
What if, what if and they say, they say
They say you have poison on your skin
And it is made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you stays with him You say I'm not your ideal man
While you flip through a magazine
And I wonder if you have any clues
Or any photo of you such for which
You think you're a consummate witch
And what happens is that you're intoxicated
What is it? You say that you no longer take anything
But they tell me out there that yes, yes,
What if, what if and they say, they say
They say you have poison on your skin
And it is made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And whoever touches you stays with him