La la la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la
Oh I would believe that she's a real diva
She tugs at the rings of
a hundred chihuahuas
She'll live a few years
but she'll have some adventures
Then sing of her sequins
with tears and with traumas
A fistful of love with Raoul Kowalski
He's only a slob of a Corsican
Junkie hoods, heroine hot jeans
Those fingers of finesse,
solo aftershave
Spend the rent on a new dress
La la la la la la
Chi -Chi at the bar dressed la squalita
Talks of Johns and of Jones
and tomorrow's rhinestones
I'm so sick in my spare time
Humoring thugs
We could go out to dinner,
but we're always on drugs.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Conchita Piquer,
she'll take on the whole floor
This Carmen in cling film
will bathe in your applause
She pads out the glamour
with warmth from your dollars
Squeeze out your breath
with the strength from her shoulders
Okay, so it's ham,
but she means every word
In a ten -minute ballad
of despair and blood
With one hand to the bosom,
paid for by the ballad
But somewhere in there,
there's a deep love for love
Chee -chee at the bar dressed
Lasqually turtles
Of Johns and of Jones
And tomorrow's rhinestones
Chee -chee at the bar dressed
Lasqually turtles
Of Johns and of Jones
And tomorrow's rhinestones
I'm so sick in my spare time
Humoring thugs
We could go out to dinner
But we're always on drugs
And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
And a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
is a deep love, a deep love,
a deep love, deep love
And somewhere in there
is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
is a deep love for love
LES GUALITAS!