No Lo Tengo

She's gone It’s hotel days And cigarettes I can’t believe She left me for a matador A cape upon the stairs Mocking bird by my window Speaking Spanish in the hall I bounce from room to room A knife in my hand I slash at life blindly An ass in the stall Singing songs in Portuguese I hear them through the wall Upon a sea of certainty I must make a call Do I sleep with myself? Or should I make a call There are women who say they love me But I don’t believe it’s true I think they are just lonely And hope that I would be true But a matador has stole my love And would they understand That it’s not about the flesh But more about the plan? So tonight I sleep alone again Not that I really mind For a king bed for one Is more than I can stand. Muchas gracias Amigo No lo tengo nada Just a memory of a bull And a bird in my hand.