It was the fish with the best hips
from the sea of ??fashion,
He let himself be shocked by anyone
(including me),
his words said by heart
what they all say,
his pupils told stories
to not sleep.
I was the last monkey, an ignoble
lonely voyeur,
at weddings some pasodoble,
of loose ... not to mention.
Chanel's taboo perfume
and the Larios cubata
they do not usually look for a motel
when they close the bar.
Because there were always classes and I
I am the invisible man
that one night he dreamed an impossible
similar to love.
Because the world is messy, kid,
but if they provoke me
I also know how to play my mouth,
I also know how to kiss.
We share the same towel,
different sweats,
there are still islands with beaches
Saffron color.
I was his half lemon, his chéri,
your worst latin lover,
his lesson in Spanish, his slip,
his comme ci, his comme ça.
But one day they removed the tables
and ... until another summer.
The best promises are those
that you do not have to meet
and ... 'travelers to the train, which is going-
mos', a milano told me,
'skinny, behave yourself, au revoir,
good luck in Paris. '
Because there were always classes and I
I do not give good husband.
Again to lose a game,
without touching the ball.
Because the world is unfair, kid,
but if they provoke me
I also know how to play my mouth,
what will I tell you?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)