Lyrics:

L''esqualita**lf**Song von**lf**Soft Cell**lf**Oh i would believe**lf**That she''s a real diva**lf**She tugs at the reins**lf**Of a hundred chihuahuas**lf**She''ll live a few years**lf**But she''ll have some adventures**lf**Then sing of her sequins**lf**With tears and with traumas**lf**A fistfull of love**lf**With Raoul Kowalski**lf**He''s only a slub**lf**Of a corsican junkie**lf**Hoods, heroin, hot Janes**lf**Those fingers of finesse**lf**Salo aftershave**lf**Spend the rent on a new dress**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**I''m so sick in my spare time**lf**Humouring thugs**lf**We could go out to dinner**lf**(But we''re always on drugs)**lf**I''m so sick in my spare time**lf**Humouring thugs**lf**We could go out to dinner**lf**(But we''re always on drugs)**lf**Conchita Piqeur**lf**She will take on the whole floor**lf**This Carmen in cling film**lf**Will bathe in your applause**lf**She pads out the glamour**lf**With warmth from your dollars**lf**Squeeze out your breath**lf**With the strength from her shoulders**lf**OK so its ham**lf**But she means every word**lf**In a ten minute ballad**lf**Of despair and blood**lf**With one hand to the bosom**lf**Paid for by the ballad**lf**But somewhere in there is a**lf**Deep love for love**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**I''m so sick in my spare time**lf**Humouring thugs**lf**We could go out to dinner**lf**(But we''re always on drugs)**lf**I''m so sick in my spare time**lf**Humouring thugs**lf**We could go out to dinner**lf**(But we''re always on drugs)**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**Chi Chi at the bar**lf**Dressed a l''Esqualita**lf**Talks of Johns and of Joans**lf**And tomorrows rhinestones**lf**I''m so sick in my spare time**lf**Humouring thugs**lf**We could go out to dinner**lf**(But we''re always on drugs)**lf**And somewhere in there**lf**Is a deep love for love**lf**And somewhere in there**lf**Is a deep love for love**lf**And somewhere in there**lf**Is a deep love for love**lf**And somewhere in there**lf**Is a deep love for love**lf**And somewhere in there**lf**Is a deep love for love