Viridiana

In Tijuana, three nights a week
They worked in Mexico at night
What's up, sir? My name is Viridiana
And my last name is twenty-five thousand

I wasn't looking for mercenary loves
And she wasn't the Venus of Buñuel
But the tequila of the lonely
Tastes better with you, mademoiselle

And two rounds later I was kissing her
And three kisses later she convinced me
And in a rented room by the hour
I'll tell you now what happened

She gave me so many things I didn't have
So many almost real caresses
That I forgot I was working
And she didn't remember to work

That's why, without missing a week
When they see me enter the cabaret
The mariachis, looking at Viridiana
Sing to her: And return, return, return

And, even if I give a dinner on my birthday
And my children don't come to dinner
With her, every night is Christmas Eve
And the carnival never ends

Because under the Mexican moon
There's no better menu for an Andalusian dog
Nor hands that make, like Viridiana
The apple pie of mad love

With the ballad of the beautiful Malinche
And the damn Spaniard
Long live Mexico at night! Yes
(But yes)