Todo a Cien

Dressed in new clothes, from the flea market
with a stupid smile like a Sunday
cheap love, fine costume jewelry
worth no more than the eyes that look at it
all for a hundred
everything for a hundred!

You can ask me for the moon, madness!
I'll probably bring you a cheese
you can ask for my love, oh! what pain
at the price of meat
I settle for a kiss
look
neither are you the princess of this tale
nor am I going to stop kissing you and turn you into a frog.

I have little
but I give you everything
the gold of my time
so you can make a watch
the flower of my neurons
to tangle them in your hair
and of course the moon

I've known for a long time
that the world is not mine
nor my home
if life is an orgy
I go with mental straw
tirititrantrantran
pure fantasy
nothing less, nothing more
everything for a hundred!