Bogotá

Bogotá, how cold you are
Bogotá, you don't love me anymore
Your kisses are dry
Your streets full of holes

Bogotá, I love you
Even if you're full of troublemakers
You're a bipolar girl
It gets hot before it hails

Bogotá, she's a classy lady
With a bit of a streetwise talk
I want to kiss you from Bosa to Usaquén
I want to cross all your savannah with my train

Bogotá, how silly you are
Don't you see all that you have?