‘‘ A Chirona’’

VOICE 1: Hey, mommy, you've got me crazy, crazy. I'm not going to jail. No way! VOICE 2: Your gaze fascinates me, but I have to hold on because if I slip even a little, I'll stop. Girl, you have something that fascinates me, and if I don't hold on, I lose control. I look at you, you look at me, and every time it happens, I get worse. Girl, you have something that fascinates me, and if I don't hold on, I lose control. I look at you, you look at me, and every time it happens, I get worse. VOICE 3: Mommy, I can't stand it. I'm sorry. I don't know how much longer I can hide my feelings. That girl kills me, she ties me down with her smile, but her father doesn't want me to dance bachata for her. In a corner, the candle, for her fifteenth birthday, the cello, and even behind the stable, they put a firecracker, in case the sidewalk catches fire, how patiently it waits for you to leave school. I never lose control, when a pair of shorts falls off, I touch her with just my eyes, I check her out, but she's very clever. VOICE 2: Girl, you have something that fascinates me, and if I can't hold it in, I lose control. I look at you, you look at me, and every time it happens, I get worse. Girl, you have something that fascinates me, and if I can't hold it in, I lose control. I look at you, you look at me, and every time it happens, I get worse. VOICE 3: And I'm already out of control because of you, kid, every day that passes, I get worse. This heat I'm feeling inside is killing me, and you're like nothing's happening, or maybe better. And I can't stand it anymore, I like you but I'm scared because you're fifteen and I'm a few years older. Go easy, Mom, with that charm. I've respected you but I'm no saint. Thank heavens I don't get close for fear because there's a stop sign in your body that tells me to slow down. I can't, honey, even though I'd like to take the wrapper off you so I can eat you whole. VOICE 2: Your gaze fascinates me but I have to hold on because if I slip even a little I'll stop. VOICE 1: No way! VOICE 2: And I'm not going to jail, I'm not going to jail. I don't want any trouble for being stuck where no one called me. VOICE 1: Repeat it. VOICE 2: I'm not going to jail, I'm not going to jail. I don't want any trouble for being stuck where no one called me. VOICE 1: Mommy, you're making me sick. VOICE 2: Girl, you have something that fascinates me and if I can't hold back I'll lose control. I look at you, you look at me and every time it happens I get worse. Girl, you have something that fascinates me and if I can't hold back I lose control. I look at you, you look at me and every time it happens I get worse. CHORUS: Go easy on me, Ma. VOICE 3: I like you but it's not that big a deal. What's going on? CHORUS: Go easy on me, Mom. VOICE 3: What did you think, doll, that I was a saint? Well let's go...

VOZ 1: Oye mami,
me tienes loco,
loco. A chirona, no voy yo.
¡Qué va!
VOZ 2: Tu mirada me fascina
pero tengo que aguantar
porque si resbalo un poco
a chirona voy a parar.
Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
VOZ 3: Mamita, no aguanto,
me arrepiento,
no sé cuánto más puedo ocultar mi sentimiento.
Esa muchacha me mata,
con su sonrisa me ata,
pero su padre no quiere que yo le dé bachata.
En una esquina la vela,
por sus quince años la cela
y hasta detrás de la cuadra
pusieron una bombera, para por si coge candela la acera,
que paciente espera
tu salida de la escuela.
Yo, jamás pierdo el control,
cuando se me tira un short,
la toco solo con la vista,
le paso revista,
pero ella es muy lista.
VOZ 2: Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
VOZ 3: Y ya estoy fuera de control por tí, menor,
cada día que pasa me pongo peor.
Me está matando este calor
que estoy sintiendo en mi interior,
y tú como si nada,
o tal vez mejor.
Y ya no aguanto,
tú me gustas pero me espanto
porque tienes quince y yo tengo unos cuantos de más
Dale suave, mamá,
con ese encanto
que te he respetado
pero no soy santo.
Dale gracias al cielo
que no me acerco por miedo
porque hay un pare en tu cuerpo
que a mí me dice frena.
No puedo,
caramelo, aunque quisiera
quitarte la envoltura para comerte entera.
VOZ 2: Tu mirada me fascina pero tengo que aguantar
porque si resbalo un poco
a chirona voy a parar.
VOZ 1: ¡Qué va!
VOZ 2: Y a chirona no voy yo,
a chirona no voy yo.
Yo no quiero lío
por estar metido donde nadie me llamó.
VOZ 1: Repítelo.
VOZ 2: A chirona no voy yo,
a chirona no voy yo.
Yo no quiero lío
por estar metido donde nadie me llamó.
VOZ 1: Mami, me tienes mal.
VOZ 2: Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
Niña, tú tienes algo que me fascina
y si no me aguanto
yo pierdo el control.
Yo te miro, tú me miras
y cada vez que pasa me pongo peor.
CORO: Dale suave, Ma.
VOZ 3: Que tú me gustas pero no es para tanto.
¿Qué está pasando?
CORO: Dale suave, mamá.
VOZ 3: ¿Qué te creíste, muñeca,
que yo era santo?
Pues vamos echando...