Il testo della Chico (painted hands)

In the middle of the night she struts around.
A yellow taxi to the heart of downtown.
Black stockings and a cocktail-dress.
Purple eyeshadow.
It's so hard for her to meet a man,
With a secret they won't understand.
Her emotions are much deeper than...
The underground freakshow.
Chorus
Now if a man feels like a woman,
Does that make him less a man,
If he hides the truth inside his painted hands?
No esta una chica.
Un chico un chico.
No esta una chica.
Un chico un chico, claro.
After hours under candlelight,
She pulled a vision in a suit and tie.
Masculine with a willing smile,
They went home together.
You know i'm different than you think i am.
He leaned over by the bedside stand.
The suit and tie had a gun in his hand.
An affair to remember...
(chorus)