It was blacker than black
A deep endless shade
To wake us from our shallow trance
On blankness it preyed
Like a shadow distracting our misguided eyes
To complicate beauty
To un-mesmerize

It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias´ mole

It was smaller than small
But not small enough
It didn´t make him more pretty
It didn´t make him more tough
So someone with an ugly heart must´ve made a fuss
Now it´s gone forever
What will become of us?

It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias´ mole

Cause he worshipped the mirror
And the sun on his face
He got all the girls dancing with a cancerous grace
But if he was our hero as he promised he could be
Then he´d still be imperfect
Just like you and me

It may have been the last hope for our poor empty souls
Enrique Iglesias´ mole
You can´t have a diamond if there is no lump of coal
Enrique Iglesias´ mole
The sun has just exploded and become a big, black hole
Enrique Iglesias´ mole