She was the fattest whore I'd ever seen,
The fattest woman I'd ever laid eyes on.
She had a shimmering silk dress,
A pearl necklace and an ostrich hand fan
Delicate hands.
A guy told her: "You gross mountain of lard"
She laughed and swung her body as if to say yes,
Oh good Lord, surely yes.
Doing it with you must not be easy,
You're as big as three people
But no, instead of this they tell me
You have such a beautiful place
You're more beautiful than Marilyn
Or Evelyn, I can't remember anymore.
She laughed and swung her head,
She muttered something, as if to say yes.
You see how the world goes?
This is how the world goes
My soul doesn't exude honey and sweetness,
Happiness and truth, natural needs.
But I have a child, in the intervals,
Who caresses my white hair.
And the years become sweet at her touch
She kisses my cruel cheeks
And she weaves patient games of branches
With her catlike pupils.
It was April, or maybe it was may
By chance I met her again
I laughed and swung my head
I muttered something, as if to say yes.
You see how the world goes?
This is how the world goes