A tequila or holy water?
What's needed, a cure or a band-aid?
Quiet, we have visitors
What a perfect little family

What we don't have, we paint
Cover it with a rug or blanket
The truth is uncomfortable and it stings
If it's not your size or measure, amen

I grew up with complexes
I don't ask for advice
Not for me or for ego
But you neither mourn nor bury

They told me not to go to mass anymore
Because I kissed a girl today
And suddenly, she loses her faith
Remember, I was an altar boy

And where did your Catholicism go? Erotic thought
That priest has a tail to step on
Why judge so much, if it's so similar?
There's so much gossip to avoid

My mother is not a saint and I'm not stupid
Gossipy people, why do you care so much?
For gossip, she listens, but to help, she's deaf
And a fat woman called me ugly

And an ugly woman called me fat
She called me "Tomboy, tom-"
A ragman also looked at me ugly
He's poor, but already in his forties

How embarrassing, then
How embarrassing
Oh, how embarrassing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, how embarrassing (yeah)

I want my wallet to be a whale
Oh, grandma, sorry (yeah)
If it were up to you, I wouldn't have
Neither a good flight nor a plane

How embarrassing (How embarrassing) (mm)
How embarrassing (mm)

A tequila or holy water?
What's needed, a cure or a band-aid? (Ah)
Quiet, we have visitors
What a perfect little family

A tequila or holy water?
What's needed, a cure or a band-aid?
Quiet, we have visitors
What a family-

Mm, oh, how embarrassing (how embarrassing)
The family, a bunch of gossips
With their prayers and shawls
They can't get rid of their envy (oh yes)

To top it off, they make a fuss, they add a little
Lying uncles, between us
They're so jealous, they throw everything
Even the mud came out, bring out the fabulous

And let's bring out the dirt
Let's bring out truths even if everyone sweats
I don't give a damn, they've talked bad about me all my life
And I didn't do anything to anyone, what a family I had

That if I smoked marijuana
If my uncle makes coke in the bathroom
They don't like who I go out with
You have another son in the neighborhood

Look, here neither saints nor whores
Neither there nor here, there's no route
And if you don't like it, don't be surprised
Look, honestly, the looks insult

And from looks to looks, look, why so high and mighty?
If there are problems, I think the punch warns
There's no band-aid, heal, heal, little whore
If there is, criticize, but what's danced can't be taken away

I want my wallet to be a whale
Oh, grandma, sorry (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If it were up to you, I wouldn't have
Neither this flight nor a plane

Look, here neither saints nor whores (nor whores)
Neither there nor here, there's no route
And if you don't like it, don't be surprised
Look, honestly, the looks insult

What the fuck?

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