Tú estabas atada de pies y manos, te dije que
Todos allá afuera son unos mentirosos y locos,
Y que a veces cuando escribo no se lo que digo,
Seré yo la mentirosa y loca?
mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, never yawn or talk about a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes Awww!!