Seis Tequilas

I lack a woman
I have six tequilas to spare
Not seeing to love
Damn the batteries
That keep me awake
Missing each other
Missing myself too much
Syrup and rye

I lack a heart
I have five stars to spare
From budget hotels
Where I leave my mark
With nothing to hide
With everything ahead
Goliath was a jerk
David was a giant

Although I am partly a judge
Of a never, of a maybe
Of an I don't know, of a later, of a what
Soon

In matters of love
The best always loses
Don't take me for a fool, silly girl

I lack a truth
I have a hundred excuses to spare
How sharp is anxiety
How treacherous the muses
Who halo any
Baldy with their spotlight
Who charge rent
With thongs and wildly

Although I am partly a judge
Of a never, of a maybe
Of an I don't know, of a later, of a what soon

In matters of love
The best always loses
Don't take me for a fool, silly girl

Not a weed nor a shrub
Nor Lucifer nor Mambrú
Nor sweet treat, nor duel, nor sorrow

Give me one more kiss
Satan's girlfriend
Jezebel who corrupts my song

Casanova is the king
Machiavelli the law
Of the jersey of distance

Let, out of compassion
Me sing the song
Of the kid who escapes childhood
At the France station