I saw her at a zebra crossing
Bullfighting with the bag to a bus,
I wore black stockings,
Checked scarf, blue miniskirt.
He said to me: 'Do you have fire?',
Calm down, I made it legal,
I left the bag yesterday,
That's cool if you invited me to dinner. '
I throw a cable in the rain,
I walked with an umbrella and she did not
-'Where are we going, blonde? '
-'a where you take me '-he answered.
So we went up
My house - 'which is the pole' - I warned him.
-'with a mattress is enough,
Of stove, heart, I have you. '
I reheated a soup
With red wine, bread and sausage,
To the second cup,
-'What do we do with the clothes? '- He asked.
And I never had
More religion than a woman's body,
From the neck of a cloud
That morning I hung up.
I was alone when
The next day the sun revealed me,
I woke up hugging
The absence of his body on my mattress.
The bad thing is not that he fled
With my portfolio and with my computer,
Worse is that it was
Also stopping my heart.
At night fairy skin,
In broad daylight Cruella de Ville,
Damn dawn,
And I thought Steve McQueen.
If in a step zebra
You find her, tell her I wrote her a blues,
I wore black stockings,
Checked scarf, blue miniskirt.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)