AY LORENA...

Neon cuts through the eyelashes, perfume gives off a cheap chypre scent, and on the skin - the aroma of a stream of bodies and loud music. The dress seems to have been bought in a hurry and with a cunning task: to look so that everyone wants to offer the bill for dinner and a hand for a whirl of hair. A little secret in her bra and a confident gait - like a declaration of intent, without apologies or unnecessary modesty.

The chorus is like a notification on your phone: they offer to be “heaven,” buy dinners, and take you by the hair, but in reality, it's a bargain and a game where the price is determined not only by your wallet. There is a provocative threat in the joke, there is a queen in simple attire: irony, audacity, and a convenient cover for flirting. This is not a request or a plea - it is a recipe for a night where the rules are rewritten amid laughter and the glare of lipstick.