Lobby
Caramelos de Cianuro Lyrics


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Creo que ella no me era sincera
Creo que ella era teibolera
Me saco de su cuarto tan deprisa
Que me dejo en el pasillo sin camisa
Moviendo la pelvis,
Llamando al room service
En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis..
Esa maldita cosita bulímica
Me clavo en el corazón las acrílicas
Luego se para y se va de madrugada
Sin besito, sin bye bye, sin nada
Abrió la nevera lleno la bañera
Niña manos de tijera
Y la música súbita suena y su blusa traslucida vuela,
Acelera, frena y se va!

Coro
Como se supone que te encuentre
Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre
Será traerte con mi mente,
Soñar el número de tu móvil
O tropezarte en algún lobby

II
Ella no quiere que le cuentes tus problemas
Ella no quiere que le leas tus poemas
Ella prefiere herir a quien la hiere
Ella prefiere destruir a quien la quiere
Moviendo la pelvis,
Llamando al room service
En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis
Y la ropa quedaba arrugada en el piso mientras ella
Hizo lo que quiso sobre mi sofá!

Coro
Como se supone que te encuentre
Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre
Será traerte con mi mente
Soñar el número de tu móvil
O tropezar en algún lobby…

Como tu pasatiempo, tu hobby




Tu juguete, me dijiste vístete y vete
Aprenda, cállese y respete.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Caramelos de Cianuro's song "Lobby" tell a story of a narrator who has been deceived by a woman he believes was a stripper. He suspects that she was not sincere with him and that she may have been using him for her own benefit. The singer expresses his frustration with the situation, as he was left without a shirt in the hallway after being quickly removed from her room. The woman seems to have a self-destructive tendency, which is described as "bulimic," and she leaves without any goodbye or explanation. The song's chorus expresses the singer's longing for her, wondering how he's supposed to find her when he doesn't even know her name.


In the second verse, the singer reveals that the woman doesn't want to hear about his problems or read his poems. She chooses to hurt those who hurt her and destroy those who love her. The singer describes how she moves her pelvis and calls room service, referencing the "heartbreak hotel" of Elvis Presley. The woman seems to have a carefree attitude as she does what she pleases on the singer's sofa. The song's final lines express the woman's dismissive behavior towards the singer, telling him to dress up and leave, while instructing him to learn and respect her.


Overall, "Lobby" is a song that speaks to themes of deception, longing, and frustration. The singer is left wondering how he's supposed to find a woman who didn't even tell him her name, and he struggles to deal with the way she treats him. The song's energy is fueled by its fast-paced rock beat, making it an energetic and memorable addition to Caramelos de Cianuro's discography.


Line by Line Meaning

Creo que ella no me era sincera
I believe she wasn't truthful with me


Creo que ella era teibolera
I suspect she worked as a stripper


Me saco de su cuarto tan deprisa
She quickly kicked me out of her room


Que me dejo en el pasillo sin camisa
And left me shirtless in the hallway


Moviendo la pelvis, Llamando al room service En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis..
She was dancing provocatively, calling room service, in a place that resembles Heartbreak Hotel


Esa maldita cosita bulímica
That damn bulimic thing


Me clavo en el corazón las acrílicas
It pierced my heart like acrylics


Luego se para y se va de madrugada
Then she got up and left in the early hours


Sin besito, sin bye bye, sin nada
Without a kiss, without a goodbye, without anything


Abrió la nevera lleno la bañera
She opened the fridge and filled the bathtub


Niña manos de tijera
A girl with scissors for hands


Y la música súbita suena y su blusa traslucida vuela, Acelera, frena y se va!
Suddenly the music starts, her see-through blouse flies, she speeds up, brakes and leaves!


Coro Como se supone que te encuentre Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre Será traerte con mi mente, Soñar el número de tu móvil O tropezarte en algún lobby
Chorus How am I supposed to find you If you didn't even tell me your name? I'll have to bring you to my mind, dream about your phone number, or accidentally bump into you in a lobby


Ella no quiere que le cuentes tus problemas
She doesn't want you to share your problems


Ella no quiere que le leas tus poemas
She doesn't want to hear your poems


Ella prefiere herir a quien la hiere
She prefers to hurt those who hurt her


Ella prefiere destruir a quien la quiere
She prefers to destroy those who love her


Moviendo la pelvis, Llamando al room service En el heartbreak hotel de Elvis Y la ropa quedaba arrugada en el piso mientras ella Hizo lo que quiso sobre mi sofá!
She was still moving her pelvis, calling room service, in a place that resembles Heartbreak Hotel. And the wrinkled clothes were on the floor while she did whatever she wanted on my couch!


Coro Como se supone que te encuentre Sino me dijiste ni tu nombre Será traerte con mi mente Soñar el número de tu móvil O tropezar en algún lobby…
Chorus How am I supposed to find you If you didn't even tell me your name? I'll have to bring you to my mind, dream about your phone number, or accidentally bump into you in a lobby


Como tu pasatiempo, tu hobby Tu juguete, me dijiste vístete y vete Aprenda, cállese y respete.
You told me to dress up and leave like I'm just your hobby, your toy. Learn, shut up, and respect.




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