Juan Valentín

Lucía: Just left the town, in a new suit he arrived in Madrid,...
Single, forty years old, cotton worker, Juan Valentine,
On the twentieth of Gran Vía, for a thousand bucks a room,
To wait for the night and go out roaring like a lion,
Money from a laborer for smokes, women, and booze...
Joaquín: After five beers it was time for action,
All alone in a corner, blonde, divine, his salvation,
He took her by the arm, kisses and hugs galore,
And in a no-star hotel, in ten seconds he stripped her down,
And seeing her all naked, he almost died of a heart attack...
Voice: But why man, what happened?
Tell me...
That's right, tell... tell...
Lucía and Joaquín: Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José,
Voice: How's that?
Lucía and Joaquín: Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José...
Lucía: Her legs couldn't carry her to escape that situation,
She ran down Gran Vía, like a motorcycle to the room,
Shaking, she returned to the town and told her friends...
Joaquín: Oh, they don't know what they missed, she was a blonde like a candy,
If you plan to go to Madrid, write down her address...
Voice: Thanks Juan, thanks...
Joaquín: But for God's sake, man, what are friends for?
Lucía and Joaquín: Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José,
Voice: But what did they do to you Juan?
Lucía and Joaquín: Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José...
Voice: How was she?
Lucía and Joaquín: Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José,
Because she wasn't who she seemed, looked like a maiden
And her name was José...