Not a hina doll
My sweetheart’s not a hina doll,
Not a sedentary girl,
Not a coy flower
Or a Zen master.
My sweetheart’s not a hina doll
But a dragon lady.
My sweetheart’s not a hina doll,
Not a geisha girl,
Not a flower artist,
Or a light-footed ninja.
My sweetheart’s not a hina doll.
She’s a bringer of good fortune,
A death-defying, prickly-skinned salvation fruit,
With big doe eyes.
My sweetheart’s not a flower,
She’s a press.
My sweetheart is my oriental kryptonite.