robins m'a demandee, si m'ara.
robins m'acata cotele
d'escarlate bonne et bele,
souskanie et chainturele
aleuriva!
if you were a carpenter
and i were a lady
would you marry me anyway
would you have my baby?
my life's an open book
you read it on the radio
we've got nowhere to hide
we got nowhere to go
but if you still decide
you want to take a ride
meet me at the wrecking ball...
i am travelling in some vehicle
i am sitting in some cafe
i'm not like the girls that you've known,
but i believe i'm worth coming home to
mommy cute like fendi suits
mommy fresh these my real breasts
mommy sex cause mommy grown
mommy be that good shit at home
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands
I understand the fascination
I've even been there once or twice