Miss Hanaga

Miss Hanaga is a terrible flirt

She looks like sugar, she talks like dirt

Take off your trousers

You'll lose your shirt to Miss Hanaga

All the women call her slut

While all the men try to knock on her door

She's got something

She knows what it's called, Miss Hanaga

She's someone in between lover and wife

She's independent in love with life

She'll rub her rope

She'll show you her knife, Miss Hanaga

Some call her animal, some just sigh

They call it low and come back high

From their dreams

When they've been there to crown, oh, Miss Hanaga

The women hate her

The man who would dare

Men they are curious but never go near

No man has ever seen the trace of a tear on Miss Hanaga

Miss Hanaga is a wonderful flirt

She looks like sugar, she talks like dirt

Take off your trousers

You'll lose your shirt to Miss Hanaga