Preso En Mi Ciudad
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Locked In My City
Once I made love to a
Dracula with heels:
It was a violent 'pop' that led
The great sinister style.
Now she doesn't cry anymore...
Locked in my city! (Ha-ha-ha!!!).
She hardly cries anymore,
Trapped in freedom!
We practiced shooting at clay pigeons
And a test to go to space
With my delicious champion
And rock as all lament
Now she doesn't cry anymore...
Locked in my city! (Ha-ha-ha!!!).
She hardly cries anymore,
Trapped in freedom!
He was a sensitive and whiny slave
And easy for the trigger
Caught a very bewitching kiss
With eyes burning red.
Now she doesn't cry anymore
(She hardly cries anymore...)
