El Comodín
Pier
The Wild Card
That flirty blonde tried to drink from his glass
the shadow of her eyes was possessed by him.
In her underwear, she imitated a grimace, chewing
just looking for a night of fun.
That flirty blonde tasted the nectar of that glass
her tongue drowsy, her smile faded.
That skinny guy from the neighborhood spoke without pretensions
just looking for a night of fun.
Lonely heart in search of the refuge hallway
t hat blonde, that flirty blonde disappeared.
His move in the end cost him ending up in a bad position
just looking for a night of fun.
Baby, come on, just one night.
baby, he's The Wild Card.
