Cumbien

I know those girls look like ladys
But closer enought they have no maybes

You can say there is joy flowing
But that noise is deep as a bell
You can believe that iron is hard and safe
but inside burns like hell

All the wine you can taste
Is sour and badly like themselves

When it looks like you don't need to be clean
and it looks like there's no need to eat
Then you see to your own
Drawns in an endless wave

Don't fall in vulgar frames
All you can see easy fades
And in the corner
Sitting wet and lonley
There is no other ways