El Mago

There was once a real wizard,
Who had no one to talk to.
Goddess of Tirazú, give me some light,
'Cause I want someone to dream with.

Then he went through the books,
Found a formula almost lost, kinda ancient.
First he shaped her legs, then a pair of breasts,
A perfect belly button and everything else.

He made her a pretty dress, a couple of bows,
He named her Cielito and taught her to speak.
He woke her with a strong kiss, her bones creaked,
And smiling slowly, he asked her how she was.

He asked her how she was.

Wizard of Miramar, why are you so sad?
How can I console you?
Find your gray suit, let’s have some fun
With the other folks in this town.

Cielito enjoyed the dance, drank a sea of drinks,
Unraveled her bows and started to sing.
The crowd was captivated by her as she surrendered
In an intense, magical, ritual dance.

The wizard watched her, confused, hating the intruders,
And in a Russian accent, he started to shout.

Then the spell he cast a while ago broke,
The little dress remained, but nothing else, but nothing else...