Cuanto Cantautor

Astronomers call the sun an asshole eye. If your eyes
are two suns, two asshole eyes, Look how white the
moon is, like a wheel of cheese. Your
teeth are so white, that your kisses taste like feet. Sing
singer-songwriter, cry with emo tion, singer-songwriter.
Your hair is a mountain with slight red flashes. And that
jumping on top, are you sure they're not lice? You emit
sweet perfumes from the gardens of Eros, when
we're in bed you apologize for the farts.