I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl Today, I got up and turned on the radio Everything sounded in stereo I asked myself, where you from? You, you cause me lots of panic Everything becomes so satanic And I like the most basic I opened my trunk, I put my pen And I ask myself why I'm so guilty I've tried to get the blood out of my veins And separate the venom that I don't like I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl Le le le le le le le le le le like what? You, you wake me with your voice so sweet You whispered to me, how could you love me? And now I don't know how to live without you And you, you only listen to Latin songs Today I'm surprised that my iPhone I'm listening to rock and roll I open my bag, I keep my pen And I wonder why Martha is the one who condemns her And it's that I've tried to get the blood out of my veins And separate the venom that I don't like I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl Get up, get up, I'm on, pass out the tingle Get up, get up, I'm on, young girl, I'm so d- Le le le le le le le le le le le like what? She say she love how the things don't lingo You had money, swagger, we not play, so the tingle Sweet from a sweet, put that on, it's the last thing, yo Hotter than a summer in a Santo Domingo Mood, my girl, you're nicer Kiss her, love her, comfy again, little spicer Mami, love how the lingo devise Have your body feel like your day in paradise, ah A mi se el baúl que guarda mis penas Y me pregunto por que a Martha si es la condena Y es que he tratado de sacar la sangre de mis venas Y separar el veneno que dejó tu lengua Le le le le le le le le le le le le le like what? Yeah, we say she love the style and cosana She say she wouldn't mind being the banana Don't she love it in the eye like Havana Old boy love it when me rip off her jama Sing talker, voice make you a maestro Bring a chocobo to call you, I might lose your voice Tongue in my lingua, baby, make a choice Treasure like she like it when it for me real choice A mi se el baúl que guarda mis penas Y me pregunto por que a Martha si es la condena Y es que he tratado de sacar la sangre de mis venas Y separar el veneno que dejó tu lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua Lengua, lengua, lengua � Lengua, lengua, lengua � � Lengua, lengua, lengua � Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Cadillac Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro Guiro