Muñeca brava

Hey madam, you speak French
and you throw ventolin with two hands,
and you've got a very frapé cocktail
and you have a very nice gigolo...
You are a biscuit
with very arched eyelashes...
Brave doll
very sought after.
You're from the Trianon...
from the Trianon of Villa Crespo...
Milonguerita,
toy of occasion...

You have a camba who makes you tastes
and twenty years that are diqueros,
and your purse is very full
to skate it from North to South...
They all beat you Muñeca Brava
because you make the giles dizzy without a group,
for me you're always the one who didn't know how to
to keep a piece of love and youth.

You're the illusion that's going away
and embrocá your silhouette of rank,
and if the tears come looking for you
drain your pain and laugh...
Champagne goal that life escapes you,
Muñeca Brava, flower of sin...
When you reach
at the end of your career
your springs
you will see languishing