As she tugs at the reins
Of a hundred Chihuahuas
She'll live a few years
But she'll have some adventures
Then sing off her sequins
With tears and with traumas
A fistful of love
With Raoul Kowalski
He's only a slob of a Corsican junkie
Hoods, Heroin, Hot Janes
Those fingers of finesse
Salo aftershave
Spend the rent on a new dress
Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed à L'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and Joans
And tomorrow's rhinestones
I'm so sick in my spare time
Humouring thugs
We could go out for dinner
But we're always on drugs
Conchita piqueur
She will 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
Ok 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
Is a deep love for love
Chi Chi at the Bar
Dressed à L'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and Joans
And tomorrow's rhinestones
I'm so sick in my spare time
Humouring 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
Is a deep love for love
Oh I would believe that she's a real diva As she tugs at the reins Of a hundred Chihuahuas She'll live a few years But she'll have some adventures Then sing off her sequins With tears and with traumas A fistful of love With Raoul Kowalski He's only a slob of a Corsican junkie Hoods, Heroin, Hot Janes Those fingers of finesse Salo aftershave Spend the rent on a new dress Chi Chi at the bar Dressed à L'Esqualita Talks of Johns and Joans And tomorrow's rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out for dinner But we're always on drugs Conchita piqueur She will 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 Ok 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 Is a deep love for love Chi Chi at the Bar Dressed à L'Esqualita Talks of Johns and Joans And tomorrow's rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring 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 Is a deep love for love Explain Request ×
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