Conde - Duque

Count-Duke, if that flower is so strange,
just rip it out with a bite.
Count-Duke, if the pain is so great,
take off those fancy clothes and dress in black.

All day long, she fills her bed
with all the desire she has to fill it.

With beef tongues,
with cream pastries,
with earlobes,
Count-Duke...

Spread your cape and the ladies will cross,
spread your cape and the ladies will cross.

With tape, they cover their mouths,
they feel desire and disgust, Count...

Count-Duke, there's a hot sky in every body.
Count-Duke, a smiling sky with a hat.
Count-Duke, in that sky, they don't serve lunch.
Count-Duke, trams don't go to that sky.
Count-Duke, there's a hot sky in every body.
Count-Duke, a smiling sky with a hat.
Count-Duke...