Amor De Voceador

Love of a Model!!!!!
I saw her on a magazine cover...
let's say it was by chance,
I never used to go where the stands
show pictures of girls who pose for the camera.

I turned around and she flirted with her eyes,
with her soft laugh, she hinted at me,
with her shoulder, she lifted a sheer nightie:
the playmate of February, my love.

I remember feeling shy
when I handed the guy the price of that forbidden magazine:
What will people think
when they see me walking with the smiling girl
that I bought for myself?
When I got home, I locked the doors tight
and opened the pages with curiosity,
then Miss February was simply Juliet to me,
I had her there with a little hat, white stockings, mmh!
Watching my blush from a sofa,
I knew she was happy and single,
that she thinks a gym with a hot tub is better,
that she loves peace and everything else
and that she’s never known love at all.

I sent obsessive messages to the 30 executives
who put out the happy publication,
and I got a card back saying she was so discreet
that she forgot to leave her address.
I could never find Miss February!
and I was sick with disappointment,
but comfort came to my wounded heart
with Miss March, my second love.

Miss July came and Miss August too,
I liked Miss November (a certain Asian girl),
Miss December was Dutch, she had me upside down,
I started becoming international.

No, I’m not a fan of magazines,
I prefer quality over variety:
Just white French lingerie,
but I think I’d settle for a real girl, uh-huh!