台語羅馬 (Taiwanese-Roman)
Iá-siù Iā sī sìng-jîn
Khah hò-tai ê tsa-phoo-lâng, sin-khu mā ē sio-jua̍h beh khí-iâng.
Pîng-siông tuì lí sī khah sio-khiàm, tsú tǹg tshenn-tshau hōo lí phīnn-phang.
Giàn-thâu bô-sū hiàn-in-khîn, m̄-sī niau-tshí ké hó-sim.
Hìng-thâu khí-hong tshiūnn hái-lí-íng, siūnn-beh tshuē lí tián-hong-sîn.
Iōng gún sóo bat ê tsiau-sòo, bân-phuê mî-tînn ka kè-bôo.
Kám-tsîng hó ài tsò-hué lo̍k-tô, beh tsia̍h tshá-pn̄g tio̍h thàn-sio.
Tsuân-sim hōng-sāi tsiok phah-piànn, tshuì-phuê hóo-lān kah lí siânn.
Puànn-ngē-puànn-nńg ti̍t koo-tsiânn, hōo lí sim-nńg tuè gún kiânn.
Kng-liu-liu ê hóo-liông-pà-piu, kin-àm tsua̍t-tuì bē lún-tiûnn.
Lí khí-hiâu lâi lia̍h iá-siù, guá bâng kah hàinn-tshian-tshiu.
Tshiánn lí la̍t mā khah iù-siù, a-bô tshuì-tshiu ē phah-kui-kiû.
Ba̍k-tsiu tinn kah oo-liu-liu, ke-si bô-tiunn-tî tō khai-sí thiuh.
Mài khue gún iá-siù piàn sìng-jîn, iau-kiau ê iá-niau.
Tsa-phoo koh-khah ū tsâi-tiāu, mā tòng-bē-tiâu lín tsa̍p-peh-tsiau.
Sia̍t-iâng tshin-tshiūnn ài-khùn-io̍h, gún bô-huat tshiūnn siàu-liân hiah tshiō-thiô.
Sin-khu nńg-phang hōo gún phō, tsit-má guá tshiūnn sìng-jîn hiah tiānn-tio̍h.
Mài khue gún iá-siù piàn sìng-jîn, piàn kah nńg-suê-suê.
Lí ài un-tsûn tsím-thâu-uē, kám thang līng-tsi̍t-kang tsiah ìn-uē.
Guá ná ta̍k-kang tshiūnn iá-siù, lí mā ē tòng-bē-tiâu.
Iá-siù iā sī sìng-jîn, līng-kang koh hōo lí khuànn guá ê gioh-siàu.
English companion poem
The Beast Is Also a Saint
A simple-minded man is still a man,
His body still burns hot, rising when it can.
Though I usually leave you hanging,
Tonight I cook something savory that you’ve been craving.
I’m feeling the itch, so I fuss over you,
Not some cat-and-mouse game pretending to be true.
The urge rises like wind, like waves on the sea,
I’m ready to show you the swagger in me.
I’ll use every trick that I know how to play,
Thick-skinned, sweet-talking, scheming my way.
Good love means playing together in style,
Eat the "fried rice" while it’s hot all the while.
I’ll serve you whole-hearted, working like mad,
Sweet-talking, bullshitting, making you glad.
Playing hard and soft, I beg and I plead,
Till your heart turns soft and you follow my lead.
Bare as a tiger, dragon, leopard, beast,
Tonight, I swear, I won’t fail the feast.
You stir up the beast, and I’m swinging wild,
Dizzy on the swing, completely beguiled.
Hold back the strength, just a little, I plead,
Or my whiskers will tangle and knot indeed.
Eyes staring wide, black and glassy through and through,
My gear loses control and ＸＸ too.
Don’t tease me with “Beast Becomes Saint,”
You alluring wild cat.
No man, no matter how potent,
Can stand against a woman's ＸＸ like that.
That release hits like a knockout pill,
Can't bounce like a youngster with boundless thrill.
Your soft, fragrant body rests in my embrace,
And now I’m steady as a saint, settled in place.
Don't tease me about "Beast Becomes Saint,"
ＸＸＸ, gone limp and faint.
You love tender "pillow talk" and romance,
Can I hold my answer till another day, by chance?
If I acted like a beast every single day,
You wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway.
The Beast is also a Saint, let me tell you,
Another day, I’ll show you what this player can really do.
Notes: "Fried rice" means "Making love" in Urban Taiwanese.