María

Maria drinks and smokes in a corner
weary of dancing under the moon.
She erased the word love from her dictionary
from the castle of dreams in her cradle.

Maria rubs elbows with the muses
to fill this song with some heat.
And in her eyes, you see the excuse
for putting a horn on reason.

Maria lives in open books.
A heroine of doubt and the unknown.
Maria has wrinkles in her soul
and drops of happiness under her skirt.

Maria has never seen the morning,
Maria smoking weed,
hiding her pain in bed.

Maria smelling of night and booze,
Maria with ash on her shoes,
trying to fill her heart with something.

Maria has a body like a comet
and a tear tattooed on her hip.
Some call her crazy, others call her a poet,
and when she gets home, no one is waiting for her.

Maria has always loved her lovers.
If you look for her, she'll find you first.
Maria tied herself to the sun yesterday.
And danced naked to a rock 'n' roll.

Maria smelling of night....