Fiesta

Rigid are the bodies Of the mannequins dancin With their red lips And the shine of their hair Oh oh oh oh And their glass eyes To the saxophone's looping Perfect in the curls Dry in the throat The party of the mannequins and And don't touch them por favor x4 My little lady Tell me how you feel Perhaps disappointed To see me dead on the stage I want to be the guardian of those Nights with no stars So don't delay and longer It's you that they are waiting for cin-da-rella The party of the mannequins and And don't touch them por favor x4 The party of the mannequins and And don't touch them por favor x4