"We knew, finally that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them."
Me converti
En una mujer,
My hips started swaying faster
As I picked up cherries at the supermarket,
My breasts pushed, tagged and pulled,
Against the collar of my shirt
My lips redder
Their cupid's bow stronger than ever
The hem of my jeans waking up silent passengers
Resilient to my new found powers
Asleep on trains
Asleep on tubes and rails and cars and
Swayin'
Side to side
Following the hem of my jeans
As I get off the bus
Oblivious to their pain
As I choose and pick berries
As I choose
And pick
Berries
Y las frutillas cambian su apariencia
Su sabor
Sobre mi lengua,
Sus manchas indelebles
Sobre mi ropa
Ya no solo mi problema;
Tus ojos sobre mi boca
Sobre mis pechos
El negro de mi melena
No podes parar
No podes
Ya no
Mi piel blanca entre tus sabanas
La luz de mañana sobre mi ombligo
And the dents that form my waist
That form me
Against you
As I am
Because I am a woman
And you can't stop yourself
You can't
El jugo de las frutillas
Ya saltando
Entre mis venas
Entre mis dedos
Entre mis piernas
You can't stop yourself
I'm a woman
The cadaver of a child
Of a girl
Dead under the scrutiny of your eyes
'Cause I'm a woman
And you can't wait to have me
As I step on your feet
Y veo desaparecer a esa niña
En tu mirada
"Servilleta?"
Te pregunto
La risa escondida
Picara
Entre tus almohadas
I'm a woman
"Servilleta?"
I'm a woman
Ya mucho más
Ni tanto menos
Que una niña
Que encontro sus alas.
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