I could tell a story, but I cannot wake my husband up from sleep

"I could have married others" says the actress in a

pornographic film



Oh mother o mother of mine

I'm not saying this love is wrong, just that I need a ride

And if you, o mother o mother of mine

Have fallen in love with a man who imports cola, that would be fine



Though he has a good job

I hope he has a friend among the polit-o-bureau

His eyebrows grow together

People in the office are bound to talk



And as the full moon comes

And the have all gone [run?] off to die in peace

And as the scent grows strong

I hope you make it to the bank by 8 a.m.



Mother's plucking eybrows, seem to grow while she is fast asleep

There are explanations

That seem to matter less and less each passing day



And as the full moon comes, etc