Arjona Ricardo
If the North Were the South
Abarroterma De Amor
The mystery was there
in that brick-colored house
a red lighthouse at the door
and a yellow sign.
It was a store of love
a few tickets to know the taste
of a shared bed
with names without names.
With the ghost of virginity
saving you lose your dignity
break the piggy bank
I knocked on the door and entered.
CHORU:
There was no jealousy or mother-in-laws
nor did I have to invite them to the movies
there were no scenes or cuqados
and even less a damn lawyer
It was all democracy
There is no age or social class
if you comply with the rate
you have your little piece of heaven
four kisses, half a kilo of love
two hugs and a liter of sweat
a store of love.
There I found my school teacher
a gynecologist and an intellectual
three drunk singer-songwriters
and a governor.
Don't be nervous
a girl dressed in red told me
I entered her room looking like a little boy
and when I left her a gentleman smoked.
At school they talked to me about Columbus
and the multiplication tables
but they didn't mention
how love is made.
CHORUS:
There was no jealousy or mothers-in-law...

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