He handed me a seven hundred heel,
More expenses, not counting another five hundred
In chips of the casino,
My last train was late,
So I decided to accept the case
Of the blonde platinum.
I was a stink-fly without a license,
Burned in the secret by holding,
Extortion and skirts,
He was, like a good ex-cop,
In the pay of a big shot, who knew
Cover your back
No zo *** is worth that money,
I thought, while leaving my hat
New in the wardrobe,
He sang regular, but he moved
The ass, with a swing, that melted
The ice of the glasses.
When he finally left the booth,
I felt that the bells of the past
They would repeat a duel,
The last time I heard that melody
They prescribed me three years and one day,
More iva, in the model.
To play blackjack and be a tough guy,
Walking short of cash
It's the same as pretending to envy,
With a bluff, to the future,
Not by chance
They fear me in the casinos,
They gave me ten of the big ones for the case
Of the blonde platinum.
The kisses that bad girls give you
They come out more expensive when they give them away
And they smell like failure,
But the croupier sent me good cards
And the platinum blonde was brunette
And the case was a great case.
In a bistro, from the port of Marseille
We were delaying, between bottle
And port bottle:
-the ones that put a price on your head-
I told him exaggerating his beauty,
- they had fallen short-
Maybe I was falling in love,
Because, before coffee, I changed sides,
Of hotel and hat.
My old man put a room, with two beds,
Pretending that the lady was a lady
And his son a gentleman.
Not even, gentlemen of the jury,
I suffer, as my lawyer alleges,
Transient madness.
I shot the heart that I wanted,
With premeditation, treachery
And more grief than glory.
To play blackjack and be a tough guy,
Walking short of cash
It's the same as pretending to envy,
With a bluff, to the future,
Not by chance
They fear me in the casinos,
Ten of the big ones to follow him, the steps,
To the blonde platinum.
To be someone again, in the environment,
I needed a couple of good clients,
Something for my vices and a decent office,
They do not give to eat the pu *** of Chinatown,
Every Monday they do not take care of the case
Of the blonde platinum.
Not to be a corpse, in the tram,
Apart from having brown grammar
You have to know, that skirts are a lottery;
With gas light, my aladdin lamp shined ...
They gave me ten of the big ones
For the case of the blonde platinum.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)