Geishas en madrid

Where did your torn shirt end up
sweaty from so much dancing
you drilled in the foam of the wave
you aimed at all beyond
good and evil.

Unsafe sex pure sex irreverent sex of punk teenager
vain and decadent young
it was a cocktail of ingredients that I couldn't refuse

And within a week you took my formal girlfriend to bed
and you told me "Hey Ariel take a walk on the wild side"

Expert in a thousand and one nights
militant squatter in Amsterdam
times began to change
you lit a red light and started working

On a mystical trip to India
you met the love of your life
but there was bad luck and in a relapse
he left forever while you were sleeping

With the noose around your neck
dressed in silver, ready to kill
you told me "Hey Ariel...."

How can I know where you are now
in these wild times hopefully you keep traveling
going from here to there from here to there

The next guy I saw you with
was a retired sumo wrestler
you had him completely amazed
he didn't know geishas existed in Madrid

The last time was in the '90s
we made love and you danced for me
but in the early morning we both realized
that it was too late and you let me go
as I was leaving in the daylight
you told me once again you know it "Hey Ariel take a walk on the wild side"