He was my man of the Americas
Wide opened, the Hudson Bay between my thighs
He was my man of the Americas
Making use of my time, I had a lot in advance
He dragged by the hair my taste for risk
I was crying day and night but the ocean is a tear
I waited the good will of likelihood
Stuck in the middle of his destiny
He was the one whose tongue was vibrating in the throat of the milk and honey promised land
I was embarrassed to be the old Europe's discernement single-handedly
He was my sole foreigner
The air shaving endless roads
The brightness of the borders entrenched in our multiple pregnancies and the unexpected
He was
Yet already sensitive
Wide opened, the Hudson Bay between my thighs
He was my man of the Americas
Making use of my time, I had a lot in advance
He dragged by the hair my taste for risk
I was crying day and night but the ocean is a tear
I waited the good will of likelihood
Stuck in the middle of his destiny
He was the one whose tongue was vibrating in the throat of the milk and honey promised land
I was embarrassed to be the old Europe's discernement single-handedly
He was my sole foreigner
The air shaving endless roads
The brightness of the borders entrenched in our multiple pregnancies and the unexpected
He was
Yet already sensitive
A light feeling of confinement during my passage through
custom clearance