Verse #1
Mickey Mouse on her wall
Faded stardust across the halls.
She calls herself Schneider, she plays a trick
On desperate souls with an overload of sticky whitish-gray ink.
Verse #2
It’s clear that she’s a tango girl,
Still kinda functioning with extra virgin olive oil.
She doesn’t reply while she haunts online,
Long expired in those suburban tapas bars.
Chorus #2
Tango girl, you could have served.
I would have taken you around the world in return.
I was ready to get hurt,
The dream was on!
Now, the dream has gone!
I wish you celebrate Christmas on your own!
Verse #3
She approached me with a sneaky line I really dug,
But I overthought and failed to reply like an urban thug.
It was all over before it began,
Distant flashbacks of the ones I had in Spain.
Verse #4
Your eyes are beautiful, I’ll give you that.
I still look into them while splashing in my waterbed.
You killed a moment, and that’s the end,
Only a song remains from an almost loyal friend!
Chorus #2
Tapas girl, I could have served,
I was damn ready to get hurt.
The dream was on!
Now, the dream has gone!
I hope you celebrate your birthday all alone!