E Lei Sopra Di Me

She's on top of me
doing whatever she wants
I'm dying of boredom
like a lizard in the sun.
She's on top of me
doing whatever she wants
with sweaty hair
stuck to her face.
She's on top of me
doing whatever she wants
but she gallops like a colt
a worn-out colt.
And then I imagine
shaking her off
and running naked
among the curious looks
of the church women
stuck to my body.
Two steps at a time
to the top floor
and break down the door
and throw you on the bed
right in front of your man
to see if now
you ask me for forgiveness
you ask me for forgiveness.
But she's on top of me
doing whatever she wants.
She's on top of me
doing whatever she wants