Bica Que Bica

Peck that peck, that little black girl at the window
Whose lips are so in need of a kiss
I'm tired of staring at these ugly foreign girls
Enough of partying and also living alone

I clean my nose to look nice
I don't shout anymore to be able to conquer you
I know you like a sniff in your ears
Like a sheep when it's ready to mate

I even chapped my lips in serenade
Oh! Ungrateful girl, please listen to me
Put on some perfume and a sparkle in your eyes
That about five children still have to be born to me

I even bought a scapular to pray
In case it fails and we can't be together
If that happens, I'll kill us both, you know
And up in heaven, there will be a dead wedding
Peck that peck, that little black girl at the window