El Diario no Hablaba de Ti

Tigers also do a little act
when they know they are being checked out,
but you are not being studied,
no, you are not being judged,
there is no BBC crew waiting for you to screw.

So come on and do your little dance,
do your little dance for me,
there´s everything you need to do, a little dance for me!

There is choreography in traffic jams,
a weird poetry in people walking by,
there is music in the streets,
harmony in machines,
there´s every thing I need to do, a little dance for me.

So come on and do your little dance,
do your little dance for me,
there´s everything you need to do, a little dance for me!

And tigers also stop at traffic lights