If you figure,
if you figure,
little girl, little girl,
if you figure
that it will, it will
last forever,
the mating
the mating
the mating season,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
If you think, kiddo,
if you think, ha ha
that your rosy complexion,
your slender waist,
your cute biceps,
your enamel nails,
your nymph's thigh
and your light foot,
if you think
that all this
will last forever,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
They are soon gone,
the sunny party days.
Suns and planets
all go round in circles
as for you, lass,
you're walking straight
toward an unseen future:
they are already on the prowl,
the swift wrinkle,
the ponderous fat,
the tripled chin,
the flaccid muscle.
So come on, pick, pick
the roses, the roses,
the roses of life
the roses of life.
And may their petals
become the quiet sea
of all bliss
of all bliss
Come on, pick them all.
If you don't do it,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.