Luces en el calabro

She was a skinny girl
One of those who hits the bar
Opening up her jacket
Untying her shawl

She was a classy girl
One of those who drinks cognac
One of those who don’t carry a purse
One of those who overthink

Lights in the windows
Lights on the pants
Lights tangled in the glass
Lights in the Calabro

Lights in the red eyes
Lights in the heart
Lights falling apart
Lights your first hit

With long hair
One of those who’s always off
One of those who hides cigarettes
In her back pocket

As sad as a street performer
As classy as a lute
One of those who shows the game
One of those who wins at pool

Lights in the windows
Lights on the pants
Lights tangled in the glass
Lights in the Calabro

Lights in the red eyes
Lights in the heart
Lights falling apart
Lights your first hit