La Señorita Hermafrodita

The hermaphrodite lady doesn't wear enough makeup.
Doesn't take off enough. Doesn't excite me as it should.

A little respect, please, for symmetry, for arithmetic and geography.
Even numbers and plurals are not popular in your topography.

Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.

Through the round countryside of the roundabout, I've seen your shadow approaching.
I asked for another round of sake. You called me a coward
For not planting a kiss on your mouth.

Pathetic and poetic thought, at this late hour of the night it's normal,
In a quadrupedal and palmipedal animal, with a vocational mammalian instinct.

Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.

The hermaphrodite lady doesn't wear enough makeup.
Doesn't take off enough. Doesn't excite me as it should.

Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.

I know you think there's no excuse that's worth it,
Wait for me to come up with something. Now that I'm leaving, I'll leave a door open.