Dile A Papá

Tell dad that I'm leaving the city, tell the guys that I won't be back.

I'm in a car I stole last night from a smart guy who was going to flirt
It's a spider with two seats, it reaches 200 without pushing.

Tell dad that I'm leaving the city
Tell the guys that I won't be back.

And on the highway, the lines dance
like cabaret chorus girls, the highway patrols
paint panthers on the bends.

Burn the skyscrapers, burn the light poles and
fire trucks, burn the courthouses, burn
all the bars, because I'm not coming back.

Tell dad that I'm leaving the city, tell the guys that I won't be back.

Truck drivers hang smiles from their windshields when they see me
I'm the princess of the highway and even the cops kiss my feet.

I want to go very far, almost to the end where no one gives advice
crossing the border with a skull of your face on a glass.

I'm in a car I stole last night from a smart guy who was going to flirt.
I said my love, I'm going for cigarettes and once inside I put gas
the idiot blew me a kiss through the rearview mirror. Now the moon spends
the night listening to the noise of my engine,
the tough guys struggle
when they cross my lane,
and in the sky all the saints are on my
side and pray for me.

Tell dad that I'm leaving the city, tell the guys that I won't be back
(repeat 3 times)