| Young child without parents, it's not wrong, it's heartbreaking | 
| It saddens me, it's funny... I ponder this information: | 
| “Meredith, say, say? | 
| Too small, say, say? | 
| She grew up in canteens a key around her neck | 
| No ring the matins, she's tall, that's all | 
| She dreams, dreams, dreams | 
| Of a brief truce | 
| Meredith the nympho gets screwed by a crowd | 
| It's funny it's not fake, get pretty like a hen | 
| “She is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful | 
| Need her, them, wings.” | 
| In the clubs she rolls, drool comes out | 
| Her shovels are rolling, she's drunk, she's cooing under the ball | 
| Be zealous, zealous, zealous | 
| Burn his wings, wings, wings | 
| Meredith on the bar welcomes revelers | 
| Her thighs part, her stockings spin... | 
| Confess, spank, spank | 
| Let her, let her, let her | 
| She hands out hearts, don't look at bodies | 
| She conceals fears no matter the setting | 
| “Meredith, say, say | 
| Where do you live, dick, dick?” | 
| A queen of the night embellished by alcohol, she dreams of him, of laying down her flat | 
| So she dance, dance, dance | 
| In a trance, dance, dance | 
| She pearls from the forehead, a drop on every sound | 
| Guys face her doubts between boobs | 
| She yells, yells, yells | 
| "You're not alone, alone, alone." | 
| She dreams of the fields, the grass, the wind | 
| She throws up her subway and her exhausts | 
| “Meredith come home quickly! | 
| When you spit, spit, spit.” | 
| One foot on a chair, air on your face | 
| A body in clay, she looks at the pictures... | 
| “Meredith, say, say? | 
| Are you leaving us, leaving us, leaving us?" | 
| She plunges from the fifth with a smile on her lips | 
| She soaks up life and its wonders to the hundredth | 
| "Meredith, are you avoiding me?" | 
| I see ghosts, white doggies | 
| They support the bruise of your neck all white | 
| I bit into my pet's apple when | 
| She was in my movie in my zoom, get the hell out! |