Anidando Liendres

The show begins
Imagining the most private parts of your anatomy
Begging offers to the gods on your knees
You continue with killer looks of an offended feline
Delighted to meet you, raising your head
Chemistry in danger and the dress, of a professional sinner
Of a whore or a saint, both charming
Tell me who you hang out with, I'll tell you who you end up with
Nesting nits, nesting nits

You surrender to the gods. Men you don't name
At least tonight, you'll lose your privacy
Discretion is a great quality that is scarce these days
From magazine love stories
Supply and demand, that's what rules
And as the holy mother goes, better late than tomorrow
Don't lose your desire or the murmur of rum
We can make so much love being together
Nesting nits, nesting nits

It would be absurd, as the world is
To waste ourselves like this, for war we have Bush
For peace, we volunteers are here, missionaries of the pubis and the bra
Pilgrims of princesses without castles, knights of the holy grail
And of the great crusade, always unfinished for your cause
Don't be false, you're not
And surrender to pleasures, which are not only mine
Nesting nits, nesting nits
Nesting nits, nesting nits