Arjona Ricardo
If the North Were the South
Date at the Bar
I'm going to tell you a very particular
story
it happened to me a few months ago
in a old bar
A hello was enough
to start a conversation
I improvised a poem
inspired by her diadem
Don Juan's intentions
you already know where you are going.
When there were seven beers
flaunting my skill
I invited her to my apartment
inventing, yes, what a story
she accepted very gladly
they were two of early morning
what a way to end the day.
What had to happen happened
the night was about loving and loving
the cosmic thing is that when I woke up
when a caress was urgently needed, he told me
there are eighty of them green
and that's because it's about you.
CHORUS:
I told him I'm finished
look, I don't have a penny
I just woke up a little in love
do you accept a post-dated check
that serves as payment for having loved you.
He gave me a kiss on the chin
which tickled me a little
he got dressed and left, where I wouldn't go
a tear on his cheek
and on his story another nightmare
he returned and told me: Your debt is paid
I also leave somewhat in love.
CHORUS:
I told him I'm finished...
Eighty greens for tenderness
it's a bargain on the market
I was looking for an adventure
and I ended up in love.

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