A song for the magdalene

If, at midnight, on the road
I told you,
Behind a gas station
Where I fulled
makes you a bulbs wink
Blue, red and yellow
Be good...
And brake.
And if the magdalene
Ask for a drink
You invite her one hundred
That I pay.
Come to her door and knock
If you die of thirst,
If you don´t play checkers
Not even your wife.
I only ask you to write me,
Counted if still alive
The Virgin of sin,
Bride of the flower of saliva,
Sex with love of married.
Owner of a heart
So five stars
That, to the son of a god,
Once the saw
He went with her.
And never claimed
the magdalene.
If you are more alone than the moon
Be convincing,
Providing my health, with a
That I know.
And when the drinks go up,
The double of what she ask
give she for her favors,
That, at the home of Mary Magdalene,
Bad company is the best.
If you carry fat in the glove
And a soul to lose
Parked next to her milk and honey hips.
Between two curves redemptive
The most forbidden fruit
wait you until the dawn,
The most mistress of all whores,
The most whore of all the ladies.
With that heart
So five stars
That, to the son of a god,
Once the saw
He went with her,
And never claimed

The magdalene