Lá Vai Ela
Ana Moura
There She Goes
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
Big hoops in her ears
Blimunda of the seven moons
Because to me, all the streets
Are red carpets, oh
Alan Crocetti
Men's shirt
Jean Paul Gaultier
I take off the pin
I don't expect approval
So what?
Everything I wear is out of love
Love for myself
If they dress up, I resist
I don't expect them to say yes
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
I take off the shirt that matters
Dressed in stoned net
In the end, whoever comes knocking on my door
Also sings the same fate
The nails shine on paper
New bag, keep going
On the stone of my ring
I bring the light, no one can deny me
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes down the street
While they peek through the window
She reaches the end of the street
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes
There she goes
