Pimp

If your

Heart wheedles

Your lips

To declare me a pimp,

There is no problem.

If your mind

Mulls over

And declares me a pimp,

There is no problem.

But do you know,

Who is the woman

And

Who is the customer

For which I am a pimp?

Yes,

Oh! The unbeliever,

Your memory

Is the woman

And

My reverie is the customer.

I play the role

Of a pimp

And

Your memory

Does me the payment of love

And happiness.

Yes,

I play

The role of a pimp

And

Your memory

Does me

The payment

Of love and happiness.