Ella
Pole.
She
With a little makeup, with a frame of anxiety
They know her in the streets, the queen of the city
Only a couple of lucky ones have truly kissed her
But she left them stranded, without hesitation and without mercy
She is pure adrenaline, a killing machine
That dazzles on every corner, although she is pure darkness
She is a fighter, of the kind that no longer exist
She lives in constant battle, not on a social network
She is everything you're looking for
And you'll never find
She didn't invent the rules, but she came to play
She wasn't looking to get your attention
Nor to break your heart
She lives her action movie
Where there's no room for love
Her feelings don't fit under the duvet
No one saw her apartment, let alone her room
Only on Friday nights, with a rock and roll vibe
The alley cats greet her at midnight
She's a supermodel who rejects heels
Wearing black lipstick, matching the living room
She's cold as ice, and doesn't seek your warmth
She only talks to waiters, to order another rum
She wasn't looking to get your attention
Nor to break your heart
She lives her action movie
Where there's no love
She wasn't looking to get your attention
Nor to break your heart
She lives her action movie
Where there's no room for love
