Os Maridos das Outras

Everyone knows that men are brutes
Leaving beds unmade
And things unsaid
They are very little clever, very little clever
Everyone knows that men are brutes

Everyone knows that men are ugly
Leaving conversations unfinished
And clothes uncollected
And they come with detours, they come with detours
Everyone knows that men are ugly

But the other wives' husbands no
Because the other wives' husbands are
The archetype of perfection
The pinnacle of creation
Docile creatures, of some other species
Who serve to make happy
The woman's friends

And everything that men are not
Everything that men are not
Everything that men are not
The other wives' husbands are
The other wives' husbands are

Everyone knows that men are trash
Like music that nobody likes
Never set the table
Below any animal, below any animal
Everyone knows that men are trash

Everyone knows that men are animals
Smelling strongly of wine
And never knowing the way
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Everyone knows that men are animals

But the other wives' husbands no
Because the other wives' husbands are
The archetype of perfection
The pinnacle of creation
Lovely creatures, of some other species
Who serve to make happy
The woman's friends

And everything that men are not
Everything that men are not
Everything that men are not
The other wives' husbands are
The other wives' husbands are
The other wives' husbands are
The other wives' husbands are