On The Beach
One hundred foreigners, blue sea,
every lifeguard is made of man.
I come I know well,
they will freeze almost at once.
Swedish, Bulgarian, German,
choose one of us.
They have money in the bank, but
trodden beach proud and important
with gentle gait of a young gazelle.
I want one, I tell them,
I’m great, great woman.
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One hundred foreigners, seascape,
collect all sun and tanning.
you come here on this beach,
all men only look at me.