O Coco do Coco

Lady, a maiden doesn't deny a good coconut
Neither her mother, nor her aunts, nor her godmother
In a coconut I touch those who do a lot and find it little
In a grind-grind is where the wet one is educated

If you don't sin, my dear
The shuttlecock falls, baby
Becomes the police of the neighbor's lady parts

If you keep yourself and don't have
You're as stuck as
An egg in a hen's ass

There's no cynicism that says
Between the saint and the harlot
Only the way they spread their legs changes

I only complain if spider webs are spun
Who denies it is in a bad mood or just finished
In the time when I got married with my husband wearing a veil
I was a virgin in the ear and he never complained
To be honest, I think that even made it easier

Lady...