Torta Fritas con Azúcar
Es una baldoza y es un pensamiento
Y una cara fija sobre el pavimento
Se va una ocasión, una de locura
La tarde está frita, llena de amargura
Compro un churrasco
Compro vino con roble
Busco algo para hacer
Amigos dónde hay toque
Toda esta libertad
De estar así de solo
Es una niña bonita
Y una cara fija sobre el pavimento
Se va una ocasión, una de locura
La tarde está frita, llena de amargura
Compro un churrasco
Compro vino con roble
Busco algo para hacer
Amigos dónde hay toque
Toda esta libertad
De estar así de solo
Es una niña bonita
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Varela
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