Muñeco

Those doll eyes are useless
To describe the world behind you
I must arrive starched

Those buttocks that surrender to my eyes
Seek to persuade me among the intoxicating shortcut
Beware, I am poorly advised

Even if they corner me like a loser
And there is no path I can follow
I do not fear destiny because I am in a hurry

Even if they corner me like a loser
And there is no path I can follow
I do not fear destiny because I am in a hurry...