| careful openness and fragile honesty | 
| had gradually begun to slowly win him over … - | 
| and somehow had lured him here. | 
| Despite my obvious display of defect | 
| my miserable frailty, | 
| of which I never made a secret | 
| I disarmed him with my sincerity | 
| that never waned, despite the laughter | 
| of public insult, ridicule | 
| not even when confessing meant | 
| turning myself into a wretched fool. | 
| Some men are like chocolate | 
| but most of them are like shit | 
| and if you don’t have the experience | 
| to spot that tiny difference | 
| you’re likely to fall for all of it. | 
| In secret, on those rare occasions | 
| when no living soul was near, | 
| no eyes, no ears, no other people | 
| were around to see or hear | 
| so there was no danger of some chance intruder | 
| to doubt his manliness and strength… | 
| then suddenly his words grew gentler. | 
| and his gestures slightly changed. | 
| He did not seem to mind my presence at all | 
| came even closer of his own accord, | 
| yet still he veiled each subtle revelation | 
| in rough-cut gowns of what we call | 
| the «ACCIDENTAL TOUCH» | 
| Some men can truly be like chocolate | 
| but most of them are more like shit, | 
| and if you don’t have the experience | 
| to spot that tiny difference | 
| you’re very likely to fall for all of it Alas, some men are like chocolate | 
| but most of them are like SHIT | 
| and if you don’t have the experience | 
| to spot that subtle difference | 
| you’re likely to fall | 
| for only the promise of a kiss. |