Fabricante De Mentiras

He was a liar maker
He had cardboard stories
His life was a tin fable
His eyes were neon lights
And never have faith
That his lies can bring pain

She was a typical innocent
Black shoes, cotton stockings
Who was only happy at school
Who never had love on her skin
It's useless to say
That what they told her she believed

They will want to know the end of our story
Some may be able to imagine it
The girl who without shame and without glory
Lost her stockings and her chastity

It is necessary to condemn, the one who mocks our morals
But there is something that cannot be explained
Why does the girl laugh instead of cry?