Mala señal

Bad sign,
She crossed her legs
And the champagne stayed
When I said something uncertain
She crossed the street.
The onion's the excuse to cry
Even though I’ll just stay
To pay
That call
To international services.
Bad sign,
She crossed her legs!
Is there someone waiting for her?
I hope she doesn’t say that I
Made her cry.
Blame it on the onion
Or the international services.
And when the plane flies
And when the boat sails
And when everything flies
I’ll turn into
A piece of onion
An atom of the sun.
Bad sign, she crossed her legs
It wasn’t meant to be!
But the code made me understand:
Bad sign,
She crossed her legs
In Paris
And she left
And she left me.