She wasn't especially pretty
but she wasn't like the others.
So love, apparently always blind,
because of her crossed many railroads.
She wasn't especially mine
This "little bit" means enough to me.
She was a different kind.
Biting ourselves, we were stronger.
She had a nice cleft chin
She knew how to scrape, she knew how to caress
She had a nice cleft chin
we shivered together, perplexed and young.
She had a nice cleft chin
she knew how to purr, she knew how to quarrel
she had a nice cleft chin
cleft chin
She wasn't particularly crazy
but I raised that average
For her, I did many miracles
Caressed both before and after
She wasnt especially gentle
She got angry sometimes
But to me, she was inevitable
At those times, that kicked me in the head.