Amante De Una Noche

In the Plaza de Espana

Surrounded by beggars and thieves

We used my jacket like a blanket

When we hid behind the leaves

Your bag was stolen from your side

While we were busy on the grass

All I could see was you

We never could have seen a thief pass

But I'm not sorry I distracted you

You lost your phone, your cards and keys

And I said I'd gladly misplace all my own, To spend another night between your knees

But we both had to sleep alone

And I woke up sore and slightly bruised

A brown and swollen souvenir

From the inventive locations that we had used

But over here, the trees are naked

In the City of Love, everyone is ill

And my new postman woke me up again, With a letter for my ex and a fucking bill

Now I don't know what is going on

And I'm just too lazy to pursue

I just get so fucking bored

Though I'm never short of something to do