Cristina and the Underground
May I be struck by lightning
Miss
You say that luck
does not stop at your portal
that what God gives you, God takes it away from you...
and I know it's not your strong point
thinking about others
I don't feel sorry for you anymore, miss...
You left that that guy
sang his song
but you didn't think it was pretty
you keep the caresses
in the freezer
I don't feel sorry for you anymore, miss
I don't feel sorry for you anymore, miss...
You play with the men
you are high and a winner
and you mix whiskey with holy water
they are opening bars
next to your heart
I no longer feel sorry for you, miss
I no longer feel sorry for you, miss...
Tell your mother, if you stop cry
that even the streetlights
are afraid of your shadow
when you go for a walk...
They have seen you shipwrecked
and acting as a fakir
donating blood at the door of mass
swallowing the tracks
of the railway...
I no longer feel sorry for you, miss
I no longer feel sorry for you, miss. ..