Pilar

Ok, watch me go la la, is that what you do with lovers, who can only Cha Cha, you'll have no peace, with all your troubles, or your smoking ill at ease, your broad rimmed Casa, full of Brandy and rubble, white faces lipstick dark glasses, you shout your release, keep open the shutters, are my legs the reason, you scream at the bar, rip magazines off their covers, beg me don't say ta ra, will you buy me a car, broom boom between the covers, don't take me that far, think of your mother.