Rubia Sol Morena Luna

One takes Prozac like Tic Tac
She washes them down with cognac and Balzac
The other one likes Arjona and Coelho
Plays with her hair, wants to be a model

If one is loneliness
And two is company
Three is like playing spies
Against the KGB and the CIA

One carries Eden in her bra
She moves well, the other one too
One believes in goblins and fairies
The other believes in Prada, believes in nothing

I don't know which one I love more
Or which one I tolerate less
I've been a liar, unfaithful, it wasn't right
But it was good

And I've learned that loving two
Is the same as not loving any
Blonde sun, brunette moon
My tragedy is my fortune

And loving two
Is the same as not loving any
Blonde sun, brunette moon

I don't know which one I love more
Or which one I tolerate less
I've been a liar, unfaithful, it wasn't right
But it was good

And I've learned that loving two
Is the same as not loving any
Blonde sun, brunette moon
My tragedy is my fortune

And loving two
Is the same as not loving any
Blonde sun, brunette moon

Of course it doesn't work
If we are three halves
When there are more than two people
There are always more than two truths

And until everything falls
Under its own weight
I keep carrying my karma
I keep lying with kisses