Cubano

Besides embracing me
I asked her to love me
But she wasn't just anyone
She was a classy whore

I didn't ask for
More or less than I was worth
I never gave
More or less than I charged

I was able to achieve what no other man
Could achieve
To truly show her
That there was so much passion together

Inside my heart
There in her bed sprawled out
In half an hour of hell
I touched the sky with my hands

The mattress showed
More sweat than any other
And with caresses I tried
To heal her broken heart

Because it takes much more than money
Or a second-rate tip
To cover in the soul that hole
That is flooded with bitterness

And now our precious lady
No longer works in bed
She wants to earn money in a different way
The one who used to be Aphrodite

And I keep calling her
But she no longer comes to sleep
If there's no bad that doesn't bring good
What good did it bring you to me?

And I keep calling her
But she no longer comes to sleep
If there's no bad that doesn't bring good
What good did it bring you to me?