Now you have legs up to the garter belt

Now you have legs up to the garter belt
well braised hips
wild animals around your breast, a lace
thin to the point of excommunication
you dress in black and
now you’re always Betty Boop and
I your friendly little dog
at your side all rag
drooling from my mouth
a parade exhibit.

Now you have legs up to the garter belt

Adesso hai le gambe fino ai reggi-calze
i fianchi ben brasati
le fiere attorno al seno, una trina
sottile fino alla scomunica,
vesti il nero e
adesso sei sempre Betty Boop e
io il cagnolino amico
al fianco tutto pezza,
bava alla bocca,
capo da parata.