Chica de Humo

I still don't know who she is
My feet must know
They follow her like rats
To the hamelin's flute
To lose her later
I don't want to talk about this subject
But it's my biggest problem
She's always tied
Full throttle every morning
In the diary of my sorrows

Ah, ah she understands me, she tests me
Ah, ah she ignites, she flirts
She evaporates

And what do I know
Where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know
That I'm not a detective
I feel terrible

My smoke girl
My smoke girl

She doesn't listen when I speak
Her eyes say no
And then she contradicts me
For pleasure, to make
One day I blush

I already left my twenties behind
And she probably
We're not here to play
She's not going to turn me
Into a living crossword puzzle

Ah, ah she understands me
She tests me
Ah, ah she ignites
She flirts, she evaporates

And what do I know
Where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know
That I'm not a detective
I feel terrible

My smoke girl
My smoke girl

And who do you think you are
Always you, always the same
And everything is always wrong

Ah, ah she understands me
She tests me
Ah, ah she ignites
She flirts, she evaporates

And what do I know
Where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know
That I'm not a detective
I feel terrible

My smoke girl
My smoke girl

And what do I know
Where she goes, where she lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know
That I'm not a detective
I feel terrible

My smoke girl
My smoke girl