Lock the door, you make me feel a little pity
A slap on the face, off to bed without dinner
That lipstick didn't sit well with your father

And those five fingers still burn
While you dry your eyes, but you're not sorry
Dad, you'll pay for this, tomorrow I'm running away

You approach the mirror, slip off your skirt
Not bad legs, you already look like a woman
One button and then another
And the shirt, voilà, flies onto the dresser

And the shoes more or less meet the same fate
Those stockings slowly like you've seen in the movies
Then you stand up and what you had is no longer there

You look down to see if your chest has grown a bit
If it's grown a little
You pull up your hair, make strange faces
Like in a silent film
It will be a sin, I swear I won't do it again
Dear Jesus, Joseph, and Mary
Be the salvation of my soul

The nightgown, the one from your grandmother
Then you blow your nose, fix your skirt
Remove the lipstick and with the basin water
You water the lilacs

You take a waltz spin with your pillow
Share half of the bread with the canary
Then with a big leap, onto the bed, oops

Here you are, for dinner bread and nails, you don't like it
What does that comic do, then you like it
Because the actor is handsome and daring
The sign of the cross and then you put it away
Dear Jesus, Joseph, and Mary
I give you my heart and my soul

You stare at a beam for a long time, what are you thinking about?
The matter is serious, among crumbs and mosquitoes
Belly down on the side, take a sip of water
You turn over, but what's inside you?

And then to look at yourself in the mirror again
You pull up the shirt, get up on your knees
There's a noise, you dim the light
And goodnight to the bucket

Holding your breath was hard
Standing there watching through the crack
Then you trip over something
What a mess

And who knows who you thought was in the attic
If you're already asleep or laughing, what are you doing in the dark
Quiet with your father
Or else there will be trouble

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