Macba Girl

We meet on symetric gates,
and walk arround the museum
and its, fashion rooms,
thanking god the honour of being instructed by you
lost in my silver plans, far away from stupid hours of loneliness, wasting on
my time with a complete unspired man,
that’s you.
and then your glorius signs, point me to a picture
then I raise my eyes, taking it for klimt when it was really paul cezanne,
I said allright, mrs culture, how about a shag? in the gold tap ladies let’s
make love.
I said allright, Mr blokhead, this time is overcoming, the worst I never had
On the moon, Macba girl, Just like you, In a dirty world
We leave the symetric gates, went back to the city and its dirty rooms,
thanking god the honour of being destroyed by you
we arrived to a final park, I hope you understand that we can work it out,
I’m sorry but the fate it’s that we are two worlds apart
On the moon, Macba girl…
part 3, I see you saying bye to me, but the boy your farewell is real
part 4 I never recognize I am wrong, cos I don’t want to fell my heart breaking
On the moon, Macba girl…
We can break them all. and break their rules, can break it all away,
Just defiying against nature.