My princess diddles on the shores of Brazil; in clear, crude notes her lips curse in Portuguese; her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still-- what a tragedy if she were just a tease! To gaze upon her rude face is what I don't miss; to greet her with a vulgar, vile embrace and kiss her sex would give her the greatest bliss-- the thought repels me and makes my heart race! The distance between us, like a thick mist, keeps us apart. But I by heaven swear that someday we'll have our disgusting tryst nevertheless in the same hemisphere. And if she's not against waiting for me, I'll do my best to diddle her by the sea!