La historia del juego
Empezaba como un juego
Esas risas tensas
La pista estaba especial
Y se esperaba a la pareja.
Era un simple suspiro de cariño
Al que buscaban tener
Caminando por el barrio
Se mostraban amándose.
Las chimeneas pasarían a ser papeles
Los colchones tirados jugaban bien
El bolillero daba vueltas
Y a la suerte quien la va a tener?
El perfume que te indica la cornisa
De aquel cuento del sillón
Sin sonido va aturdiendo
Los oídos del pasillo.
Esas risas tensas
La pista estaba especial
Y se esperaba a la pareja.
Era un simple suspiro de cariño
Al que buscaban tener
Caminando por el barrio
Se mostraban amándose.
Las chimeneas pasarían a ser papeles
Los colchones tirados jugaban bien
El bolillero daba vueltas
Y a la suerte quien la va a tener?
El perfume que te indica la cornisa
De aquel cuento del sillón
Sin sonido va aturdiendo
Los oídos del pasillo.
Credits
Writer(s): Gonzalo Ayala
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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