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Dita
There's no text
Nor fabric
She only rhymes with her mascara
Dita, Dita von Teese, immobile
With a poseable body
There is no indelible sex
There are only unfaithful sexes.
She's completely alone
And there are a thousand of you
Throwing yourself into her*
Turn the page
She turns on her heel
Turn the page
But it's really stupid.
Just a detail
That your eye missed
The movement of my fingers
A word I tattooed
Just a detail
A very special one
You're the retina, I'm the object**
Just a detail
That your eye missed
My tongue and my karma
My painted lips
Just a detail
That you can meditate on
You're the retina, I'm the object
Nananana
I leave you there
And the style, the very visual caresses
Under my garments
A sleeping Dita
Turn the page
She turns on her heel
Another page
But it's really too stupid
Just a detail
That your eye missed
The movement of my fingers
A word I tattooed
Just a detail
A very special one
You're the retina, I'm the object
Just a detail
That your eye missed
My tongue and my karma
My painted lips
Just a detail
That you can meditate on
You're the retina, I'm the object
nananana
Just a detail
A very special one
You're the retina, I'm the object
Just a detail
That your eye missed
My tongue and my karma
My painted lips
Just a detail
That you can meditate on
You're the retina, I'm the object
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i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be "word for word" but at least it will be pretty