La Murga de La Virgencita

Marita does it for money
With the firefighters from the station
Her neighborhood is so harsh
And her troupe is always cruel.

She dreams that her story
Is a movie of soft loves.

The murga of the little virgin
Is a spicy sting and honey
She wobbles in her heels
She has nothing to lose...

She could never eat the cheese
Without the trap crushing her

The cars come and go
And her illusion is fickle
She powders her nose
Bites her lip and goes again
To drown the taste of mint
Along with her yawns

Her pimps are a legion
Of