Ella Va

She goes straight to the club, kinda psycho
And arrives with a Jamaican cigarette
A couple of pills to supposedly get happy
To see if she catches the attention of a daddy
The lights dim, can't see a thing
She parties and dances more than a Kawasaki

And she goes for the first thing on her list, to the dance floor
Burns more calories than a marathon runner
Fills her glass so the sorrows float
That have marked her since she was a little girl
Electronic beat, dominates the scene
Wants the DJ to cure her vein

And she goes, but on the way back comes the crash
And she arrives home to confront her heart
And she goes to bed with the note and disappointment
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

She goes, but the party ends and she sees there's nothing left
Only the mirror that tells her the truth
That just passion doesn't give her freedom
Nah-nah-nah
Freedom, oh no

What a woman needs
Is not limited to a great love
Because what a woman needs
Is more in the soul than in the skin

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

She goes with the platforms that make her tall
Hair loose, going where the wind sends it
Dressed like a flashy cat
To shine for those looking from the outside
Those who say: Tonight I want a wild one
Who doesn't complain and acts like a beast

And she goes, but on the way back starts to sob, distressed
Because the voice of God in her conscience is there
Telling her: I am the way and the truth
Ah-ah-ah
The truth, oh no

What a woman needs
Is not limited to a great love
Because what a woman needs
Is more in the soul than in the skin
What a woman needs
Is not limited to a great love
Because what a woman needs
Is more in the soul than in the skin

She goes
She goes
She goes
She goes

She goes straight to the club, kinda psycho
And she goes for the first thing on her list, to the dance floor
She arrives with a Jamaican cigarette
Fills her glass so the sorrows float
She goes straight to the club, kinda psycho

Burns more calories than a marathon runner
She arrives with a Jamaican cigarette