L’esqualita (live 1992)

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Oh I would believe
That she's a real diva
She tugs at the reins
Of a hundred chihuahuas

She'll live a few years
But she'll have some adventures
Then sing of her sequins
With tears and with traumas

A fistfull of love with Raoul Kowalski
He's only a slub of a corsican junkie
Hoods, heroin, hot Janes
Those fingers of finesse
Salo aftershave
Spend the rent on a new dress

La la la la la la la

Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed a l'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and of Joans
And tomorrows rhinestonеs

Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed a l'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and of Joans
And tomorrows rhinеstones

I'm so sick in my spare time
Humouring thugs
We could go out to dinner
But we're always on drugs

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La la la la la la la

Conchita Piqeur
She will take on the whole floor
This Carmen in cling film
Will bathe in your applause

She pads out the glamour
With warmth from your dollars
Squeeze out your breath
With the strength from her shoulders

OK so its ham
But she means every word
In a ten minute ballad
Ff despair and blood

With one hand to the bosom
Paid for by the ballad
But somewhere in there is a
Deep love for love

Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed a l'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and of Joans
And tomorrows rhinestones

Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed a l'Esqualita
Talks of Johns and of Joans
And tomorrows rhinestones

I'm so sick in my spare time
Humouring thugs
We could go out to dinner
But we're always on drugs

And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love

And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love

And somewhere in there
Is a deep love, deep love, deep love
Deep love for love

And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love
And somewhere in there
Is a deep love for love

L'Esqualita