Con Lo Que Eso Duele

Bay-bay, recess is over
The sound of your pay pay vaccinates my desire
I know I wasn't your debut, blonde
Tell me everything without saying a word
Murderess, sister morphine
Forever is a bluff during office hours
Since I don't see you, I see the sunrise
Get lost and get fucked by a fish
Passion is a ruin

Nones, because I don't want
Your nipples to confiscate my bachelor party farewells
Nor to be stepped on for the second time
With damages to third parties, Mr. Judge
Praying mantis, gaseous pantyhose
Boots with half-worn soles by the end of the month
The neighbors have sat down to watch
How the one from the ninth floor agonizes
Among miraculous virgins

What do you want to know about your cousin
Next time I'll jump on her
Where will it end if instead of fasting
I eat a lime

I shipwrecked
In the yellow lines of the papers
Like a good puppet
I got tired
Of the hustle and bustle of the Cains and Abels
With how much that hurts
Look at you

Little bunny, don't pressure me
Damn phone ringing so much annoying
I repeat it for the third time
Don't aim at me with the mortar
Such a fine and poorly paid lawyer
If you want, I'll sign tables in chess
You have to learn to say goodbye
The best distance is the greatest
When a taxi is an ambulance

What do you want to know about your cousin
First below then on top on top
Where will it end if instead of fasting
I eat a lime

I skidded
In the sleepless nights of motels
Paying tariffs
I got tired
Of the buzz of the palm trees and the caireles
With how much that hurts

And after you, Moon and freckles
The return to the sock, the odd sheets
The drool of the pedigree-less whores
The hemlock of the bars

I stained myself
With the legionary arias of the barracks
Like a good puppet
I got tired
Of the hustle and bustle of the Cains and Abels
With how much that hurts
Mademoiselle

So much to do
I got tired
Of the Zen Buddhism on TV
Of the love affairs that stink