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Agepê
She Doesn't Like Me
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me, 'cause
She doesn't like me
My samba from the streets
Never reached her ears
A heart of a true player
Has always been misunderstood
And 'cause her fancy dress
Doesn't match with satin
She heads to the banquet
While I stand at the bar
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me, 'cause
She doesn't like me
Her love was all a show
Spoken through hypocrisy
It's a decorated poem
But lacks any real poetry
It's a hummingbird that lands
Kisses the flower and then
Takes the sugar from the rose
And dances in another garden
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me
She doesn't like me, 'cause
She doesn't like me
