: Alfileres, tengo panzarriba en la mirada, para coger la sisa a las fachadas, que duelen como duele el grano en la espalda, mil quehacers, que no serviran
O un cortijo de Jerez Y cuando con la aguja de toro Va pintando grana y oro Como insertando un clavel Y en tu brazos sonadores Hay alfileres de colores
Alfileres, tengo panzarriba en la mirada, para coger la sisa a las fachadas, que duelen como duele el grano en la espalda, mil quehacers, que no serviran
: How neat I'm impressed... how did you come to be so blessed? You're a star You blaze... out like a sharp machine... Like a whale's moan... well I'm
: It's darker than the dark bottom It rumbles more than the Rumba If you think that the two-steps got 'em Just take a look at this number It's got that
: HE: I've decided the only way I can woo Is to take a hint from the AFFL and The CIO SHE: Now you're talking, perhaps I might listen to you I don't
: CHORUS: Hey here comes Joe now running down the street, hey Joe! He must have news the way he moves his feet, hey Joe! He's coming from the meeting
: I want men that I can squeeze, that I can please, that I can tease Two or three or four or more! What are those fools waiting for? I want love and
: Are you ready to hear your lesson for the day? -Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Are you ready to learn what History has to say? -Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher
: Four little angels of peace are we Loving our neighbors so peacefully There's really no harm if we do not disarm For we always in close harmony Four
: Everywhere I go I hear sweet songs about the moon Songs about the stars above And songs of love and June Songs of hearts that beat as one To some sweet
: It's not cricket to picket not cricket Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket You haven't any right you know You're acting in great haste Just think
: I'm tired of moon-songs of star and of June songs, They simply make me nap And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of
: Paper thin conviction, Turning another page, Plotting how to build myself to be Everything that I am not at all. Sometimes I get tired of pins and
: Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution
: I saw her today, I saw her face It was a face I love And I knew I had to run away And get down on my knees and pray that they go away Still it
