Compañerx de Piquete

We met at the march that time
You were showing off like a bourgeois macho
All the girls were scanning your face
I didn't take my eyes off your crotch

I asked you if you felt like smoking
You told me you had a red wine
I opened the box with my teeth
After the fourth one, everything was different

I thought everything was fine
I kissed you and messed it up
I thought these combative bodies
Could also feel love

If your friends ask you what's going on
Tell them you fell in love with 'Panza'
I'm not interested in fighting for Morality
I know you want to try

Revolution is being able to kiss you
Anywhere without feeling ashamed
I don't want a world of sexist Patriarchs
I really like you, forgive me for insisting

Beat my heart
I want to hand out flyers with you
And dodge the potholes of this lively love
It's what we both want

Picket companion
Whenever you want, I'll give you a blowjob
Picket companion
Whenever you want, there are scissors