Medias Negras

I saw her at a zebra crossing
Taunting a bus with her purse
She was wearing black stockings
Checked scarf, blue miniskirt

She said you got a light
Don't worry, I handle things legally
I got out of jail yesterday
How cool if you invited me to dinner

The rain helped me out
I had an umbrella and she didn't
Where are we going, blondie?
Wherever you take me, she replied
So we went to my place
Which is the pole

I warned her: A mattress is enough for us
With a stove, sweetheart, I have you
I reheated a soup with red wine
Bread and salami

By the second glass
What do we do with the clothes?, she asked
And I, who never had more religion than a woman's body
From the neck of a cloud that dawn, I hung myself

I was alone when the Sun woke me up the next day
I woke up embracing the absence of her body on my mattress
The bad thing is not that she ran away with my wallet and my computer
Worse is that she left stealing my heart as well

At night, fairy skin
In broad daylight, Cruella de Ville
Damn dawn and me who thought I was Steve McQueen
If you find her at a zebra crossing
Tell her I wrote her a blues
She was wearing black stockings
Checked scarf, blue miniskirt

She said you got a light
Don't worry, I handle things legally
I got out of jail yesterday
How cool if you invited me to dinner

At night, fairy skin
In broad daylight, Cruella de Ville
Damn dawn
And me who thought I was Steve McQueen

If you find her at a zebra crossing
Tell her I wrote her a blues
She was wearing black stockings
Checked scarf, blue miniskirt