Chica de Humo

I still don't know who she is, my feet must know
They follow her like rats to the Hamelin flute to lose her afterwards
Mmmm
I don't want to talk about this subject, but it's my biggest problem
She's always on the cover, full page every morning
In the diary of my sorrows

Ah, she understands me, she tests me
Ah
She lights up
Flirts
She evaporates, and I don't know where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong
It's always the same, and I don't know
I'm not a detective, I feel terrible
My smoke girl, my smoke girl

She doesn't listen when I speak
Her eyes say no
And then she contradicts me, for pleasure, to make
Me blush one day
Mmmm
I left my 20s behind and she probably
We're not here to play
She won't turn me into a living crossword puzzle
Aaaah, she understands me, she tests me
Aaaah, she lights up, flirts, she evaporates
And I don't know, where she goes, where she lives

Everything is wrong
It's always the same
And I don't know, I'm not a detective, I feel terrible, my smoke girl
My smoke girl
And who do you think you are, always you
Always the same and everything is always wrong
And who do you think you are, always you
Always the same and everything is always wrong
Aaaah, she understands me, she tests me
Aaaah, she lights up, flirts, she evaporates

And I don't know, where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong, and it's always the same
And I don't know, I'm not a detective, I feel terrible
My smoke girl
I don't know where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong, and it's always the same
I don't know, I'm not a detective
I feel terrible
My smoke girl, my smoke girl