Unbelievable things
When you commissioned your cage
Indoor living became all the rage
Landscapers, hustlers engines
Offered to pay at least half your rent(?)
Pale pink and punished in style
Tuning in each time your satellite smiles

And your lips don't move, and my ears are burning
And my (flesh?) is proof
And from your window you see some unbelievable things
A queen with several kings
Exotic bird without wings

Now lying flat on your back
Counting cashmere sweaters, counting cracks
And all those slippery gents
Have found their way into your air-conditioning vents
Your signal fizzles and fades
Still bouncing off the stars, but silent in space

**postado por carlito - carlos_filho99@hotmail.com**