Your sacred silhouette is outlined,
in the darkness of a bar you dance,
sensual and generous.
We hipnotized onlookers,
suffering the throes,
of a miracuolous vision.
All present in league,
our eyes converge
in your rythmical hips.
Sharing with everyone
your living and cunning,
your animal ways.
The things you have to put up with,
to be like everyone else
sharing so many, many feelings.
The things you have to put up with,
to seem vulgar
and play the dandy for this woman.
The things you have to put up with.
I fear getting stuck in a traffic jam
with her and me trapped,
between cars and pavement.
I fear that—startled—
the nearby drivers
decide to board us.
They blow kisses and shout promises,
that—being a gentleman—
I'm not going to repeat.
And she sympathetically greets them,
and I brood:
are they laughing at me?
The things you have to put up with.
What kind of pheromones
this lady exhales to enamor everyone?
The things you have to put up with.
What’s that perfume of hers
that plunges us all into sheer stupidity?
The things you have to put up with.
"Sir, please allow me to tell you,
that your lady friend is a supernatural
phenomenon".
Others—with far less tact—
happily inform me
how yummy you look today.
I grin like an idiot,
and I can't tell if it shows
that something is burning inside of me.
I smile, happy and content,
and sensibly I nod,
"I think you are right".
The things you have to put up with,
to be like everyone else
sharing so many, many feelings.
The things you have to put up with,
to seem vulgar
and play the dandy for this woman.
The things you have to put up with.
What kind of pheromones
this lady exhales to enamor everyone?
The things you have to put up with.
What’s that perfume of hers
that plunges us all into sheer stupidity?
The things you have to put up with.
