If I had... Oh, if I only had a proper c*nt
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
I would gladly take your hard co*k in my hands
and bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my tomb.
Come, my handsome ghost of lust, and masturbate for me
I promise, it will get you out of your misery
I have been sleeping on the floor for days... to keep myself from dreaming,
a punishment for things delayed and maybe for disbelieving.
Don't scare away the old crows in the field,
walking in slumber... through rows and rows of corn.
I am madly in love with a sad illusion, don't you see... -
but, then again, aren't we all?
He will build a temple, a temple for your Schwanz,
and he will build it with his mouth.
He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
all through the lonely midnight hours.
If I had a proper c*nt, I'd lift my skirt for you,
I'd take your hard co*k in my hands and bury it deeply in my tomb.