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22 Acacia Avenue - Iron Maiden

22 Acacia Avenue

Iron Maiden


Lyrics:
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease

Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want

You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me

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Letra:
Si te sientes deprimido y solo
sé de un sitio adonde podemos ir:
Avenida de la Acacia, 22.
Te presentaré a una mujer que conozco.
Si buscas pasar un buen rato
y estás dispuesto a pagar el precio
quince libras es todo lo que pide.
Todo el mundo tiene su vicio.

Si llevas esperando mucho tiempo
a que el resto acabe su turno,
le puedes decir que me conoces
y puede que hasta te lo haga gratis.
Así que cuando pases por el East End
no dudes en ir.
Tienes mi palabra de honor.
Te enseñará más de lo que puedes aprender.

Charlotte, ¿no puedes salir de esta locura?
¿No ves que esto sólo trae tristeza?
Cuando entretienes a los hombres
no conoces el riesgo de contraer enfermedades.

Algún día cuando alcances los 40 años
apuesto que lamentarás el tiempo
en que te acostabas.
A nadie le importará.
Y no tendrás más bonita «mercancía» que mostrar.

La avenida, 22, ese es el lugar adonde todos vamos.
Encontrarás cálido su interior,
la lámpara roja brilla con fuerza esta noche.

Charlotte, ¿no es hora de que pares este sinsentido?
¿Nunca piensas en los malos tiempos?
¿Por qué tienes que vivir de este modo?
¿Lo haces por placer o por dinero?

Algunas veces cuando paseas por la avenida
tu forma de caminar hace a los hombres
soñar con tenerte.
Cuando pasas por la calle
todos se paran y se dan la vuelta
para clavarte la mirada.

Golpéala, maltrátala, haz lo que te plazca.
Muérdela, excítala, haz que se ponga de rodillas.
Abusa de ella, utilízala,
ella puede sacarte todo lo que tienes.
Acaríciala, fuérzala,
Ella siempre hace lo que tú quieres.
Estás huyendo hacia delante.

¿No sabes lo que haces?
¿No te das cuenta de que esto te llevará a la ruina?
Charlotte, has cogido tu vida
y la has tirado por la borda.
Crees que por ganar dinero
lo que haces está bien.
¿No sabes que estás haciéndote daño?
No dejes de lado a las personas que te quieren.
Todos esos hombres constantemente babeando
no es vida para ti. Para de echar polvos.

Haz las maletas y vente conmigo.

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