You
You're a little black box
You've got me wrapped up in your locks
Little black box
You've got a shine
Outside, outside

You're so light and hollow
So shallow within
Baby, what's under your skin?
On the port
Outside, outside

Cajon de gras
Pocquita
En le puerto de casa
Pillapina

And you
You hold the bitch and the brute
Right up to some kind of truth
But while they're under one roof
We'll be left outside
Outside, outside

Cajon de gras
Poquita
En le puerto de casa
Pillapina