I arrive from the party very frustrated
because nothing happened.
The Sun wants to rise,
anticipating my going to sleep.
Starvation drives me to see
what I can find in the dining room.
I open the door
and I see a girl in my refrigerator.
There is a girl in my refrigerator!
Who put her there?
There she is, desolate, with purple skin.
Who put her there or did she just get in?
I remove her, her shoulder is stiff,
at the point of death.
I call a doctor
to see if he can revive her.
I put her in the tub
filled with water that is boiling.
She is a block that does not defrost.
She does not move.
There is a girl in my refrigerator!
Who put her there?
There she is, desolate, with purple skin.
Who put her there or did she just get in?
Naked, beneath the blue ice,
suits her very well.
I pound her and the ice.
She doesn't want to yield.
I'm going to put her on the patio
or I'm going to put her in the sun.
I'm going to put her in the oven
or I'm going to embrace her.
I'm going to put her on the patio
or I'm going to put her in the sun.
I'm going to put her in the oven
or I'm going to embrace her.
I'm not going to put her in the oven.
In my refrigerator, I have found myself,
in my refrigerator, in my,
in my refrigerator.