Picnic En El 4º B
Gustavo Cerati
Picnic in Room 4B
There's one who just can't stop
Talking about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
His forbidden fruit
My majesty has gotten lost
In a crowd
Soaking the carpet
With her diva dreams
Picnic in Room 4B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in Room 4B
You've gotten me used to it
They knock on the door
For the tenth time
Someone's still missing
When that look of mine kicks in
And the booze hits me
In the avalanche, I can peek my nose out
And hit the street
Picnic in Room 4B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in Room 4B
You've gotten me used to it
I'd rather wander aimlessly
Than paper my room
I thought I could change that sound
And here I am
Dancing to this damn song
Oh, no... This is not my night
