Wonderboy

Those rotten caramel apples
Those apples
That they sell you in Avellaneda Park
What color, what brown color
Ughh, brown color

And those afternoons you spend at your summer camp
At four years old
Those afternoons you spend at your camp
When you were a special girl

Playing Wonderboy, Wonderboy
Wonderboy
Wonderboy

How many truths and how many lies we went through
How many albums listened to
How many vacuum cleaners that worked
In my room

Those mornings you wake up
And see the dust in the air, dust in the air
Magical in your room

And you put on your Gilera and go out to the street
Awake, full of people, full of people
That sharpens your mind

And you play Wonderboy, Wonderboy
And you play Wonderboy, Wonderboy