Una Cancion Para La Magdalena

Yeah, at midnight, down the highway
That I told you about,
Behind a gas station
Where I filled up,
Some lights are winking at you
Blue, red, and yellow,
Behave yourself
And hit the brakes.
And if Magdalene
Wants a drink,
You invite her for a hundred
And I’ll cover it.
Get close to her door and knock
If you’re dying of thirst,
If you’re not playing checkers
With your wife anymore.
I just ask you to write me,
Telling me if she’s still alive
The virgin of sin,
The bride of the flower of saliva,
The love-making of the married folks.
Owner of a heart,
So five-star,
That even the son of a god,
Once he saw her,
Left with her.
And he never charged her
Magdalene.
If you’re lonelier than the moon,
Let yourself be convinced,
Toasting to my health, with a
Drink I know.
And when the drinks go up,
Double what she asks you,
Give it for her favors,
Because, at Mary Magdalene’s place,
Bad company is the best kind.
If you’ve got grease in the glove box
Or a soul to lose,
Park next to her hips
Of milk and honey.
Between two redeeming curves
The most forbidden of fruits
Waits for you until dawn,
The most classy of all the whores,
The biggest whore of all the ladies.
With that heart,
So five-star,
That even the son of a god,
Once he saw her,
Left with her,
And he never charged her
Magdalene.