Chica de Humo

I still don't know who he is
My feet must know it
They follow her like rats
To the Pied Piper of Hamelin
To lose it later
I don't want to talk about this topic
But it is my biggest problem
She is always on the cover
Full page every morning
In the diary of my sorrows

Ah, ah, he understands me, he's feeling me out
Ah, ah it turns on and flirts
It evaporates

And what do I know?
Where he goes, where he lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know?
I'm not a detective
I had a terrible time

My Smoke Girl
My Smoke Girl

He doesn't listen when I talk
His eyes say no
And then he contradicts me
For pleasure, to do
That one day I blush

I'm already past my twenties
And she probably
We are not here to play
It's not going to transform me
In living crossword puzzle

Ah, ah, you understand me
He's feeling me up
Ah, ah it turns me on
Flirts evaporates

And what do I know?
Where he goes, where he lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know?
I'm not a detective
I had a terrible time

My Smoke Girl
My Smoke Girl

And what do I know?
Where he goes, where he lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know?
I'm not a detective
I had a terrible time

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, you understand me
He's feeling me up
ah, ah it turns on
Flirts evaporates

And what do I know?
Where he goes, where he lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know?
I'm not a detective
I had a terrible time

My Smoke Girl
My Smoke Girl

And what do I know?
Where he goes, where he lives
And everything is wrong
And it's always the same
And what do I know?
I'm not a detective
I had a terrible time

My Smoke Girl
My Smoke Girl