Is it a belly... or muscles 
I see shaping underneath that turtle-neck?
I have never ever dreamt of having  [bad word] [bad word] of a car against my backside.

That's poison for my piles, 
the street is glimmering, 
'cause it had rained all night.

Please, do not think that I don't appreciate 
your generous offer of a ride... home.

I am curious now: how many pirouettes 
can a straight man like you spin,
until [bad word] points all begin to blur, 
and his needle finally gives in?

I expected now to do my best 
and try to catch you when you fall?
But you're a heavy guy 
and like this we'll only end up on the floor.

Look what the rain has done:
snow-white has scattered her mirrors 
like petals on the ground!
Do I sense a one-eyed serpent rising slowly now
from behind this old thundering cloud?

Was it a trick of the evening-star,
or had I been blinded by the passing lights?
Could it be that I really saw my humble self 
reflected in his green-grey eyes?

It's hard to waltz precisely 
when his towering stature
casts its shadow all over me;
but since he's leading now anyway, 
I might just as well step onto his feet...