C.A.M.P.

I didn't know what to do
To wash whiter than my neighbor
My husband got kicked out of the bank
And turned to cocaine

Snort after snort
We were wasting our lives up our noses
Until you appeared on the screen
And made me happy

Let me be your bleach
Let me be your pack of cigarettes
I want you to make me yours on TV
And I don't plan to search
And I don't plan to compare, no, no
Because I know I won't find anyone like you
Oh, no one like you
Oh, Manuel Luque

Four days were missing for my Mari Puri's communion
She spilled acid on herself
Ending up worse than Ian Dury

My husband started smoking joints
But I don't care about anything
Because even if my daughter is a mess
I know everything is going to change now

Let me be your bleach
Let me be your pack of cigarettes
I want you to make me yours on TV
And I don't plan to search
And I don't plan to compare, no, no
Because I know I won't find anyone like you
Oh, no one like you
Oh, Manuel Luque
Manuel Luque