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The mystery was there
In that brick-colored house
A red lighthouse at the door
And a yellow sign
It was a grocery store of love
Some bills to know the taste
Of a shared bed
With nameless ladies
With the ghost of virginity
Thrifting lost its dignity
I broke the piggy bank
I knocked on the door and between
There was no jealousy or mothers-in-law
Nor did I have to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes involving in-laws
And even less a damn lawyer
It was all democracy
br/>There was no age or social class
If you met the rate
You had your little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
br/>A grocery store of love
There I found my school teacher
A gynecologist and an intellectual
Three drunk singer-songwriters
And a governor
Don't worry "Be nervous," he told me
A girl dressed in red
I went into her room looking like a child
And when I came out I was a gentleman
At school they talked to me about Columbus
br/>And the multiplication tables
But they didn't mention
How love is made
There was no jealousy or mothers-in-law
Nor did I have to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes involving in-laws
Least of all a damn lawyer
It was all democracy
There was no age or social classes
If you met the fee
You had your little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
A grocery store of love