Fake News

Love, that photo you received
Swears it's me but it's not true
It was just a joke, in a drunkenness my friends made a montage
I've heard of the blue nightclub
Lady in red and crystal sound
But my dear, believe me that just thinking about it makes me sick
They also said the sound is loud, there's a jukebox and it's all dark
But I've never been there, I only hear about it, my love, I swear

This is fake news, I'm not a troublemaker
It's all lies to separate us, gossiping people
This is fake news, I don't know the red light district
The light is red, the beer is expensive, and I don't know the price
This is fake news, I've never been to the red light district
That the beer is 20 and the old lady Clotilde is the owner's name
This is fake news, I've never been close
If there are girls there, the room is upstairs and the doorman is Beto