Pobre Cristina

She was so poor
That she had nothing but money
Kisses on top
Inheritance from her shipowner father
Amphetamines
And alcohol for breakfast Miss Onassis
Poor Cristina
Who finally managed to stay in the chassis
Only I know that she tells the pure truth
When she swears that she would give all her fortune
To have a boring and formal boyfriend
To become an apprentice in a hair salon

Cris, Cris, Cristina
She sighs and fantasizes
That a bricklayer flatters her

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Hoping a bellboy
Can get her
Sleeping pills

Tender heart
The owners of summer pamper her
But winter
Never leaves her alone
With her dollar face
She has had several husbands
But she is always alone
Lighting a candle for Cupid

From the island of Scorpios on a yacht to New York
From the grand ball in Monaco to dinner at Maxims
Armed bodyguards take her out of the Rolls
A rented lover warms up her suite

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Manages an office
Lying by the pool
At Incosol

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Even if she melts
Drenched in sweat
She doesn't take off her bathrobe

A thousand and one guys
Shoot love arrows at her
Only the mirror
Spits the truth in her face
No one warns her
That you don't go to heaven in a limousine
What bad luck
That she doesn't accept death tips

It's worth more to be the daughter of so-and-so
Than the spoiled girl from the eyes of Ari
The shadow of Superman dad weighs so much
Look at him in that photo organizing a safari

Cris, Cris, Cristina
She sighs and fantasizes
That a bricklayer flatters her

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Hoping a bellboy
Can get her
Sleeping pills

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Manages an office
Lying by the pool
At Incosol

Cris, Cris, Cristina
Even if she melts
Drenched in sweat
She doesn't take off her bathrobe