Pobre Pistolita

If you took me to sleep in your bed
You should have told me
So I don't hold back my desires
And I don't get my hopes up over a poor little bug

I have a bed to sleep in, and a bigger one at that
And a little warmer
You don't even shoot blanks
You're not shooting anything, poor little pistol

I spent the whole night waiting
Dreaming alone, while you're snoring
Poor little pistol, you don't shoot anything
Not even occasionally

Are you listening to me, you useless one?
How ungrateful nature was to you!

Stop showing off already
For you're very passionate
Purely fiction and empty words
You can't handle anything, my beautiful sleeper

I spent the whole night waiting
Dreaming alone, while you're snoring
Poor little pistol, you don't shoot anything
Not even occasionally