Morena

If the day wasn't rainy
Brunette would go out
And stroll her curves
Around, around

She would run through the city
With her red shoe
Her cloth bag
With clothes, change, and a mirror

Brunette, her makeup would be
Done to reveal
That Brunette just wanted
To love, love, and love

She would cast through the streets
Her look of passion
Of someone who guarantees joy
To those who guarantee their bread

But no...
Puddles soon form a river
The room drowns in emptiness
And life has no way out

But no...
Puddles soon form a river, Brunette
The room getting cold, Brunette
And life without a solution

Puddles soon form a river, Brunette
The room getting cold, Brunette
And life without a solution