She’s a woman, she’s a child
She has no legs, no breast, just a smile
I think she will stay here a bit more, for a while

She’s not a child, but a woman
With legs, and breast, and a man
(A friend who never thinks « she’ll be mine »)

She’s neither a woman, nor a child
Staring at me with her horrible eyes
I think she’s just a crocodile