Lyrics:

L''esqualitaSong vonSoft CellOh i would believeThat she''s a real divaShe tugs at the reinsOf a hundred chihuahuasShe''ll live a few yearsBut she''ll have some adventuresThen sing of her sequinsWith tears and with traumasA fistfull of loveWith Raoul KowalskiHe''s only a slubOf a corsican junkieHoods, heroin, hot JanesThose fingers of finesseSalo aftershaveSpend the rent on a new dressChi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesChi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesI''m so sick in my spare timeHumouring thugsWe could go out to dinner(But we''re always on drugs)I''m so sick in my spare timeHumouring thugsWe could go out to dinner(But we''re always on drugs)Conchita PiqeurShe will take on the whole floorThis Carmen in cling filmWill bathe in your applauseShe pads out the glamourWith warmth from your dollarsSqueeze out your breathWith the strength from her shouldersOK so its hamBut she means every wordIn a ten minute balladOf despair and bloodWith one hand to the bosomPaid for by the balladBut somewhere in there is aDeep love for loveChi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesChi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesI''m so sick in my spare timeHumouring thugsWe could go out to dinner(But we''re always on drugs)I''m so sick in my spare timeHumouring thugsWe could go out to dinner(But we''re always on drugs)Chi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesChi Chi at the barDressed a l''EsqualitaTalks of Johns and of JoansAnd tomorrows rhinestonesI''m so sick in my spare timeHumouring thugsWe could go out to dinner(But we''re always on drugs)And somewhere in thereIs a deep love for loveAnd somewhere in thereIs a deep love for loveAnd somewhere in thereIs a deep love for loveAnd somewhere in thereIs a deep love for loveAnd somewhere in thereIs a deep love for love