Medias Negras

I saw her on Serra street
Bullfighting with a bus bag
She was wearing black stockings
And a brown leather miniskirt
She said you got a light
Don't worry, I'm not doing anything illegal
I got out of jail yesterday
How about you invite me for dinner

That's when the rain started
I had an umbrella and she didn't
Where are we going, blonde?
Wherever you take me, she replied
So we went to
My house, and in the county I warned her
A mattress is enough for us
Stove, sweetheart, I have you

I warmed up a soup
With red wine, bread, and salami, what a blast!
And by the second glass
What do we do with the clothes? She asked
And I, who never had
More religion than a woman's body
From the neck of a cloud
That dawn I hung myself, Oh, how I enjoyed

I was alone when
The sunlight hit me and woke me up
I woke up hugging
The absence of her body on my mattress
The bad thing is not that she ran away
With my wallet and my watch
Worse is that she left
Also stealing my heart

At night, Fairy skin
And in broad daylight, Cruella de Vil
Damn dawn
And I who thought I was Steven Quinn
And if you meet her on Serra street
Tell her I wrote a song for her, Oh, from the heart!
She was wearing black stockings
And a brown leather miniskirt, What a healing!

She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
I sing to avoid crying
But tomorrow night I'll go out to look for her
She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
Ohhhh, what a mess she got me into
That woman took my heart
She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
Damn dawn when I saw her
The very shameless one mocked me

She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
I'm following her trail
It seems I'm a masochist
She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
And she took my watch and wallet
Left my fridge empty
She was wearing black stockings and stole my heart
And if you meet her on Serra street
Tell her I dedicate this song to her