Pipistrela

He's the button from the corner of the house
When I go out to sweep the sidewalk
The rascal approaches me and says
Shh! Bat! Shh! Bat!
I have a guy in the market who looks at me
He's a smooth-talking Italian
I raise my eyes up
And meanwhile, I steal a glance

They call me the bat
And I let myself be called
It's better to play the fool
If one is truly smart
I'm a girl with class
Look at what a beautiful woman
The appearance that God has given me
I have to make it count!

I'm tired of so many waiters
Cooks, buttons, and guards
I spend my life waiting
And he doesn't come... The fool
I wish I had a lot of money
To buy a hat, shoes
To get something from downtown
To get rid of this bunch of ducks

They call me the bat
And I let myself be called
It's better to play the fool
If one is truly smart
I'm a girl with class
Look at what a beautiful woman
The appearance that God has given me
I have to make it count!