Look. His back has turned, turned upon us all.
There’s no end to the denials of an intimate friend.
Denying his erotic glass of wine, his amorous baguette.

While his back has turned, I can say anything.
There’s no end to the horniness of this intimate friend.
He kissed this glass of wine, this flirty baguette.

I can’t stand it when he turns his back on me.
There’s no end of what I dislike about my intimate friend.
His glass of cheap wine, his unfaithful baguette.

Yes, I’m talking behind his back, which can’t talk back.
There’s nothing else to say about our intimate friend.
So drink his lusty wine, devour his roving baguette.