Picaresque song

A sofa I bought this morning

And it has told me everything that went on

With its first owner, who was a lady

By a certain suitor greatly wooed.

Not only the ones who tell tales are serving maids

Since even chairs tell all.

My couch told me all the misdeeds

And excesses that went on in the other house:

What was said and done by the beau and lady

Especially if they were sitting on it.

I'm going to tell you what went on

Between that beau and his lady

But since it's already late,

I will do it tomorrow.