This is dedicated to Sigmund Freud and Judith Butler So that they can poison her Say it, say it She puts on make-up Because she wants *** She combs her hair Because she wants *** She buys clothes Because she wants *** She perfumes Because she wants *** She asked you for the phone Because she wants *** She dared to talk to you Because she wants *** She gets nervous Because she wants *** They met Because they wanted *** She gave you chocolates and flowers A fish tank full of fish Of colors And she brought the best mariachis From the square in front of your house Because she wants *** She wrote a poem Because she wants *** They went to the movies Because they want *** She dragged you to dance Because she wants *** Nobody says it But everyone wants *** She wants to make money Because she wants *** She bought a car Because she wants *** She went on a diet Because she wants *** She invited you to dinner Because she wants *** When she asks you what sign you are Even if you don't know anything about astrology Because she wants *** She wants to be intellectual Because she wants *** She says she reads books Because she wants *** When it's the first date You laugh at the jokes Even if they don't make you laugh You're not catholic But you went to church And even if you have a chancre on your lip You kiss it Because she wants *** Nobody says it But everyone wants *** We want *** It's not a game Since monkeys discovered fire We didn't need beds Adam and Eve did it on a branch And they ate the apple And the human race was born And we scream with enthusiasm And we discover the orgasms We invent the condoms And all the positions And we discover the orgies The polygamy The fantasy And even if we do it We never talk about it Every day we think about it It tickles us Even the bones Nobody says it But everyone wants *** We want *** It's not a game Since monkeys discovered fire We didn't need beds Adam and Eve did it on a branch And they ate the apple And the human race was born And we scream with enthusiasm And we discover the orgies The polygamy The fantasy And even if we do it We never talk about it Every day we think about it It tickles us Even the bones Nobody says it But everyone wants *** It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us It tickles us