Tupé

She's got the toupee of being so pretty
I know I shouldn't fall in love
But sometimes madness takes over me
And I forget and can't avoid it

If we both said so many times
Love is a device of patriarchy oppression
Why do I get in this state then
If the State is just another little kiosk

Companion of adventures
Don't ever talk to me about love
Give me a kiss with tongue
And in the street, the revolution

Companion, your beauty
Stirs up my inspiration
Give me a kiss wherever you want
And in bed, the revolution

She has such juicy words
And lips so full of honey
And that tattoo that drives me crazy
Crazy to the point I can't see

That love is the atheist's God
And its murky religion hurts
Let's be bold, joyful, and pro-choice
And not slaves to any heart