He had tiny feet,
And, some, eyes, green marijuana,
At fourteen, she was the queen of the institute,
The course that I repeated,
The eighth right said:
another one that comes out frog,
When, in Marian chronicles, they saw it
Doing streap-tease.
In his porcelain chimeras
He conquered al pacino,
The lightning ... we were not much
For your mercy,
Yes, the little ladybird ladybug,
I had a good godfather,
The producers, who know about women,
They would give him a paper.
Strawberry nipple, caramel tongue,
Heart of bromide,
Supervedette, p *** luxury, model,
Soap opera star,
There was a future, in the hungry pupils
Of mature men,
Falling in love, a little more than the bill,
It was a bad investment.
It made debut of so-and-so
In a vile melodrama,
With his twenty minutes of fame
He withdrew his mother,
The script demanded more and more
Bed scenes,
Still, by vallecas, they call it:
Barbi superestar.
The night before the wedding night
He threw the towel,
The groom, wearing an old-fashioned tailcoat,
Widowed before the altar,
While, barbi, levitated, in the harley
From a beach pimp,
That, between the tarot, short Maltese and Bob Marley,
He proposed to abort.
To hell it goes by shortcuts,
Syringes, recipes.
Yesterday, done a bit,
He told me, in the tiger of a bar:
Where is the song, what did you do to me?
When were you a poet?
it ended so sad
That I could never start it.
For those lips, which tasted like puchero
Of unclean pensions,
I would have killed myself, that, when I die,
It's never for love anymore.
It chewed, in billiards, that, lightning,
It had gone down to second,
On the m-30, the horse skidded
Of disappointment.
It made debut of so-and-so
In a vile melodrama,
With his twenty minutes of fame
He withdrew his mother,
The script demanded more and more
Bed scenes,
By vallecas, nobody calls her anymore:
Barbi superestar.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)