Los diablos rojos do not carry smartphones.
You cannot chat with them on a tablet.
They won't share their private contacts with you.
Neither summer nor winter is their favorite.
Their hearts have been broken; they're not over it.

They see no need for protective camouflage.
Wrestling moves they know are unorthodox though effective.
It is never a good time to go for coffee with them.
Their shapes fit neither women's nor men's sizes.
At the start of the year they make no resolutions.

Los diablos rojos are not sick of jackhammers.
They can always put on a cool vibe, always.
If you speak to them in Spanish they just stare.
Don't mind this, they're like that with everyone.
I heard they make people dream of sin all the time.

Freshness is key, that's what they repeat.
People in pain are easier for them to influence.
Must you hold this against them, really?
Find a pencil and paper to jot down your number:
you might get one to chuckle on the inside.

Los diablos rojos believe in mistakes.
Los diablos rojos know next year’s fashions.
Los diablos rojos hate, they love, they deny
There's any such thing as hope these days.
By tomorrow you'll forget I told you so.