Matrimonio (part. Alberto Echagüe)

So much time has passed
With the prize of marriage
To catch a good husband
And finally retire

She’s got water on her knees
From praying to Saint Anthony
And she’s practiced twenty ways
To try and lose some weight

She always had it ready
The little clothes in the closet
Scented with lavender
Because it brings purity

A hundred recipes for cooking
That they’d broadcast on the radio
And a spoiled little doll
From a charity shop

I don’t know what happened
That the husband she longed for
Turned out more tired
Than a train station worker

I don’t know what happened
So much eye candy in the window
And it was just some cheap stuff
That shrank when washed

What a finale to see
Norma’s a rose, you know
Compared to the tile
What a floor for her trouble

What a finale to see
If Cupid’s got good aim
With his arrow, he’d shoot him
Into the federal range

She wakes up earlier
Than when she was single
And doesn’t listen to soap operas
That make her sigh anymore

Today she sighs in the kitchen
As she hangs up the ladle
And she really goes for it
When she has to wax

She doesn’t stroll by the windows
To check out the latest styles
And she’s turned the civil dress
Around four times now

So watch out, my lionesses
When fishing for a husband
Because these days you catch
Some real losers, even a loser dog.