(¿cómo te llamas?)

I ain’t one to mess about ‘til someone shouts tequila,

Don’t mind nobody, move around, let’s get that temper seen to,

I keep the merry going round by shaking like a diva,

‘Til happily I’m spinning out.

Hey noche,

Where you going,

What you doing to me?

My better self is off the shelf and I am feeling eager,

I’m terrible, repairable and drinking every litre,

We’ll boogie up and boogie down to Marvin and Aretha,

‘Cause they ain’t ones to mess about.

Hey noche,

Where you going,

What you doing to me?

Tequila,

You love me,

I’m shaking,

I’m hazy,

I’m messed up,

But lately,

Tequila,

You make me.

Hey noche!

(yeah?)

Where you going?

(I don’t know)

Where’s my tequila?

(Check your pocket!)

Yeah.

I’m a shufflin’ a shakin’,

You’re a grill and I am bacon,

Curing aches in every patient,

Made your photos need retaking,

Made your boyfriends face seem vacant,

And your children need renaming,

Makes behaving seem outdated,

Tequila, chase it.

Hey noche,

Where you going,

What you doing to me?