De Principes Azules Y Princesas

Don't come to me with stories,
we know each other
and we both know
that our concepts
are very unequal;
in my stories
the princesses,
hook up
with the prince and his father.

That my Cinderella,
is not the one from the tale,
mine lost her panties and not the shoe.
My Sleeping Beauty,
spent her time mixing
trips and apparently
she's still dreaming and hallucinating.

Like in the good stories,
with a lot of sex and little love.
Like in the good stories,
with weed, BDSM, and rock & roll.
And not your stories,
of a narrow-minded girl,
of blue princes and princesses.

Don't come to me with stories,
that the three little pigs
were three tramps
who lived together
sharing an apartment.

In my stories
the grandma,
made snob movies
with Little Red Riding Hood.
Beauty and the Beast do
cocaine in a club,
where everything is controlled
by a guy named Thumbelina.

And my Snow White,
the slut doesn't stop.
The dwarfs jerk off
all over her face.

Like in the good stories,
with a lot of sex and little love.
Like in the good stories,
with whiskey, BDSM, and rock & roll.
And not your stories,
of a narrow-minded girl,
of blue princes and princesses.

And princesses.

Don't come to me with stories.

Don't come to me with stories,
that in a raid,
in a dark room
they caught Tintin
in the act.
Tinker Bell,
at night,
practices golden showers
with Peter Pan.
Popeye is a coprophagist,
and instead of spinach,
he gets his strength
from cow dung.
And Alice's country,
is not Wonderland,
it's a room where twenty
are banging her.

Like in the good stories,
with a lot of sex and little love.
Like in the good stories,
with weed, BDSM, and rock & roll.
Like in the good stories,
with lots of chicks and you and me.
Like in the good stories,
with a lot of sex and little love.
And not your stories,
of a narrow-minded girl,
of blue princes and princesses.

Of blue princes and princesses.