Zorras en la red

It’s a new kind of slavery


When our tricks became our ties

We are all chopped by the same, knife



But I keep looking feminine

And sexually available

Celebrities and cigarettes



Aren’t we all hookers

Turn



And like a superstition

I try to realize

I was in the wrong area

With only one purpose



Aren’t we all hookers now



But I keep looking feminine

And sexually available

Celebrities and cigarettes



But now

Turn

Aren’t we all hookers