Black glasses made of tortoiseshell
Wearing headphones in the temple
She can’t hear me nor can see me
And I can quietly see
The beach as a chessboard
The guy with the Mercedes-Benz
That is simply laying there
Only one thing in mind
Just another dumb girl under the sun
Like if it were a suntan lotion ad
He knows how to impress, walking like Tarzan himself
He is Eve and she’s Adam
And I’m in a whole other planet
I feel like something will happen
The feathers of a peacock
Can dim even the sun
And he thinks he’s the jungle king
And I’m with the machine that helps me look
Right in the paradise where I can film
I can connect very well
Innocence with skin
I can connect very well
I was born to look
What few want to see
I was born to look (Look)
Now he’s offering her an apple
Now he insists her to try it
Now he stimulates his membranes through the hotline
In solitary scenarios
People talk a little bit more
And even two poor millionaires can find each other
The headphones have fallen off
And the black tortoiseshell glasses
The moon brings the curtain down
It’s nighttime again
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Cinema Verité Lyrics – Serú Girán