Falo

You're already tired of my voice because
All the time a feminine tone is
For most people something annoying
How about if a man came in now?
For us to change it up a bit
It's not a personal taste
Sometimes it's what the sound calls for
And I can still be the backing vocal
And I can praise
While you tell me to get inspired
By Mutantes and Rita Lee

I might even laugh
While you tell a joke that was mine
An idea that was mine
You discover things I've already said
That I've said four hundred times
Sometimes I hate you a lot, sometimes

Maybe I'm having one of those days
I think I'm having one of those days
Feeding the fantasy
That by speaking I'll do justice
If I speak it's excuse me
If I speak it's with permission
If I speak it's thank you

So taking advantage of this hemorrhage
I'll give myself the luxury of being verbose
With you it's not enough for me to be practical
You can't sustain a logical reasoning
And I can't stand explaining the obvious to you
You pretend to treat me as an equal
But your belch is pure condescension
No, I don't want to calm down
I don't need time
I actually know that this lament is useless
You won't improve
No matter how much time passes
My sex is always a deadlock
It's the reason to accuse me
That's why I'm hysterical
I'm not hysterical, I'm just hysterical
That's why I'm neurotic
I'm not neurotic, I'm just neurotic
It's trendy for me to be wild
My dear, I've always been wild
And you better watch out
There won't be anyone to help you when I want to castrate you