La Esposa Desordenada

[Intro] [Verse 1] Ay, mi vida, mi querida, with her eyes glued to the screen, She’s got telenovelas, and true crime that’s obscene. The mop collects the polvo, but her hands won’t touch the broom, While Netflix whispers secrets from a killer’s shadowed room. [Chorus] Oh, mi esposa, mi tesoro, you’re a mess I can’t ignore, Your trash TV’s a symphony, the dishes stack the floor. Your curves fill up the sofa, like the drama fills your nights, But your laugh’s my favorite melody, even when we f***t. [Verse 2] The pots are cold as winter, but her shows are b*****g hot, She’d rather solve a m****r than rinse our lonely pot. She sighs at dust like p****n, but screams when killers lie, Ay, mi amor, mi distracción, you’re my chaos, my “ay, ay, ay!” [Chorus] Oh, mi esposa, mi tesoro, you’re a mess I can’t ignore, Your trash TV’s a symphony, the dishes stack the floor. Your curves fill up the sofa, like the drama fills your nights, But your laugh’s my favorite melody, even when we f***t. [Bridge] The neighbors sing of tidy homes, of floors that shine like gold, But you’re wrapped in mystery—stories dark and bold. A queen of chisme y risas, with a heart that’s wild and true, I’ll sweep the crumbs of laughter while I fall for you anew. [Chorus] Oh, mi esposa, mi tesoro, you’re a mess I can’t ignore, Your trash TV’s a symphony, the dishes stack the floor. Your curves fill up the sofa, like the drama fills your nights, But your laugh’s my favorite melody, even when we f***t. [Outro]