Lyric discussion by petitchou 

That that Was escoteira-little Straight of the school, Not is not going to smell glue Neither basketball, pebolim what do I like is not of grace what I like is not farce Has guitar, battery, Some computer leaving sound say that more high than a hurricane (rhéum) Nearby he I could feel Saía of his eye and arrived in me Sat down of the its side I will want I park to Would Do the bowl of the sheet He moaned in flat defendant Stayed tense But tava everything well He is fodão, but I know that I am also

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