Las chicas malas

John Yohe

They’ll take off their shirts for you just because
But you can’t kiss them — not on the lips
The bad girls smiling wearing their black bras

They like that you want to gitcha ya-yas
The sound of your zipper as it unzips
They’ll take off their shirts for you just because

They have tattooed boyfriends with big chainsaws
The accidental touch of their fingertips
The bad girls smiling wearing their black bras

Like that song with the warm smell of colitas
The bodies that could destroy a thousand ships
They’ll take off their shirts for you just because

Tus perpetuas travesuras con las chicas malas
It’s not like they even need chains and whips
The bad girls wearing their black bras

The relationship that always never was
Though they’ll offer you masturbation tips
They’ll take off their shirts for you just because

They’re bad girls wearing their black bras

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