These are the lyrics of Alicante’s song “Zorra” that shook the Benidorm Festival

Her message, compared to Rigoberta Bandini’s “Ay mama” message, which was much talked about in the last edition, is a cry for female empowerment, but also adds criticism of ageism.

Full lyrics of the song “Zorra”

You can find the full lyrics of the song here nebulaFor most people this is already favorite to gain victory next Sunday Benidorm Festival. Curiously, he says the word “bitch” 40 times:

I know I’m just a bitch

That my past is eating you up

I already know that I’m the black sheep

misunderstood, stone

I already know (I know) that I’m not the person you want

I understand (I know) that makes you desperate

But it’s my nature

Changing for you makes me lazy

I’m in a good moment

It was just a matter of time

I’ll take to the streets to shout out what I feel

to the four winds

If I go out alone I’m a bitch

If I have fun, the sluttiest

If I stretch it out and it’s daylight

I’m even more slutty

When I get what I want (bitch, bitch)

Never ’cause I deserve it (bitch, bitch)

And even though the world is eating me up

Not even a second is worth it

I’m in a good moment

It was just a matter of time

I’ll take to the streets to shout out what I feel

to the four winds

I’m in a good time (bitch, bitch)

Rebuilt inside (bitch, bitch)

And the bitch you were so afraid of got stronger

And now she’s a perfect bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)

Someone who is no longer in bad shape (bitch, bitch, bitch)

For whom everything is not important

Stone me, yes already

I’m a postcard bitch

I’m a real woman (bitch, bitch, bitch)

And if I act on instinct (bitch, bitch, bitch)

I will become a jackal from a fox, you will fall into thorns

I’m a picture postcard bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)

I’m in a good moment

It was just a matter of time

I’ll take to the streets to shout out what I feel

to the four winds

I’m in a good place (bitch, bitch, bitch)

Rebuilt inside me (bitch, bitch, bitch)

And the bitch you were so afraid of got stronger

And now she’s a postcard whore