you took advantage of my weakness, that of beautiful promises, that I believed with gladness, I was mad with drunkenness, I I believed in your caresses, I believed in your tenderness, I would never have believed that you was a fisherwoman, you my supposed goddess, now i can say that you you're a real pest
I should have had wisdom, to assess your beauties promises, because for you I was not just a simple address, and I am filled with sadness.
