L'Esqualita

Oh I would believe that she's a real diva As she tugs at the reins Of a hundred Chihuahuas She'll live a few years But she'll have some adventures Then sing off her sequins With tears and with traumas A fistful of love With Raoul Kowalski He's only a slob of a Corsican junkie Hoods, Heroin, Hot Janes Those fingers of finesse Salo aftershave Spend the rent on a new dress Chi Chi at the bar Dressed à L'Esqualita Talks of Johns and Joans And tomorrow's rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out for dinner But we're always on drugs Conchita piqueur She will take on the whole floor This Carmen in cling film Will bathe in your applause She pads out the glamour With warmth from your dollars Squeeze out your breath With the strength from her shoulders OK so it's ham But she means every word In a ten minute ballad Of despair and blood With one hand to the bosom Paid for by the ballad But somewhere in there Is a deep love for love Chi Chi at the Bar Dressed à L'Esqualita Talks of Johns and Joans And tomorrow's rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out to dinner But we're always on drugs And somewhere in there Is a deep love for love And somewhere in there Is a deep love for love