Chorra (part. Julio Martel)

For being good, you put me in misery
Left me hanging in the palm tree
You even stole my color

In six months
You wiped out my little market
The booth at the fair
The stand and the counter

Thief
You even stole my love

Now
I'm so scared of a girl
That if she sharpens her claws on the street
I stand next to the cop

What pisses me off the most
Is having been such a fool

If a month ago I woke up
To what I found out yesterday
It wasn't me you were fooling
With your tricks as a woman

Today I find out that your mom
Noble widow of a warrior
Is the most famous thief
Who stepped on thirty-three

And I've learned that the warrior
Who died full of honor
Neither died nor was a warrior
Like you made me believe
He's in jail, with a record
As an agent of the mob
A professor of thuggery
A crook and a con artist

They all ripped me off with the zero
Your silhouette was the bait
Where I got hooked

You swallowed it
You, the widow, and the warrior
What cost me ten years
Of patience and hard work

Thieves
You, your mom, and your dad

Watch out
Be careful because she's loose
If she catches you, she'll turn you inside out
No time to run

What pisses me off the most
Is having been such a fool