He was a maker of lies
He had cardboard stories
His life was a tin fable
His eyes were neon lights
And never have faith
That her lies can bring pain
She was a typical innocent
Shoes, black, cotton stockings
That she was only happy in the school
That he never had love in his skin
Useless to say
That he believed what they told him
How strange to know the end of our story
Some can imagine it
The girl who without pain and without glory
Lost her stockings and her chastity
We must condemn the one who mocks our morality
But there is something that cannot be explained
Why does the girl laugh instead of crying?

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