El Caso De La Rubia Platino

I was advanced a check for seven hundred
Plus expenses, not counting another five hundred
In casino chips
My last train was delayed
So I decided to take on the case
Of the platinum blonde

I was an unlicensed pants-sniffer
Burned in the undercover for possession
Extortion and skirt troubles
I was, like a good ex-cop
On the payroll of a big shot, who knew
How to cover his tracks

No bitch is worth that money
I thought, as I left my hat
New in the wardrobe
I sang okay, but I moved
My ass, with a swing, that melted
The ice in the glasses

When she finally came out of the reserved area
I felt the bells of the past
Tolling in mourning
The last time I heard that melody
I was sentenced to three years and a day
Plus time, in the Modelo

To play blackjack and be tough
To be short of cash
Is like trying to bluff
With a bluff, into the future
Not by chance
They fear me in the casinos

They gave me ten grand for the case
Of the platinum blonde

The kisses given by bad girls
Are more expensive when they give them
And smell like failure
But the dealer dealt me good cards
And the platinum blonde was brunette
And the case was a big case

In a bistro, in the port of Marseille
We lingered, between bottle
And bottle of Porto
Those who put a price on your head
I said exaggerating her beauty
Had underestimated

I might have been falling in love
Because, before coffee, I changed sides
Hotel and hat
My old man put a room, with two beds
Pretending that the lady was a lady
And his son a gentleman

Not even, gentlemen of the jury
Do I suffer, as my lawyer alleges
Transient madness
I shot at the heart I loved
With premeditation, treachery
And more sorrow than glory

To play blackjack and be tough
To be short of cash
Is like trying to bluff
With a bluff, into the future
Not by chance
They fear me in the casinos
Ten grand to follow in her footsteps
The platinum blonde

To become someone again, in the scene
I needed a couple of good clients
Something for my vices and a decent office
The whores of Chinatown don't feed you
Every Monday I'm not assigned the case
Of the platinum blonde

To not be a corpse, on the tram
Apart from having a shady grammar
You have to know, that skirts, are a lottery
My Aladdin's lamp shone with gaslight
They gave me ten grand
For the case of the platinum blonde