Conchette faces, berret looks
And men fitted into Fiorucci.
I hear "give me" and "I want" and "don't get involved"
"Did you like the new Bertolucci?".
The stupid, tanned, boring blonde tells me "Why did you bald?" And I said, "Because of how disgusting your society is. For today's hair, how much did you spend?"
A pseudo punk, with a finite accent
He wants to play the bad guy.
He twists his mouth, fixes his hair,
He has a drink and returns to Belgrano.
Enough! I'm leaving, heading for the door
And then to the bowling alley on the corner
To have a gin with awake people.
This is Argentina!

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