Botero
It's beautiful
Go on, cut, cut, cut my hips
With a blue paintbrush, in thin slices
If you're good, I'll take my top off
Botero
That's what was missing from your paintings
Not a moustache to make you preen yourself
If you're good, I'll ride on the back
(chorus)
My handsome hero,
Take your paintbrush
My pale face
Would love for you to colour its spirit in
My beautiful bastard
My heart gets thrilled
When it's around your disapproving brush*
A mirror or you?
It's all the same to me, Botero
Botero
It's beautiful
Go on, smear** ? on my hips
Flatten them down on a board
If you're good, I'll bite a finger***
Botero
That's what was missing from your paintings
I'm not just a bust who pretends
But if you're good, I'll drop my stockings
(chorus)
My handsome hero,
Take your paintbrush
My pale face
Would love for you to colour its skin
My beautiful bastard
My heart gets thrilled
When it's around your disapproving brush
A mirror or you?
It's all the same to me, Botero
It's all the same to me, Botero
It's all the same to me, Botero