Figa de Guiné

Living the way it is ain't no use, woman
From Madalena you and I, from Jesus of Nazareth
If you want to know, our love turned into a cabaret
You even resorted to the arts of voodoo!
Where's your ritual circle, where's the Guinea Fig?
My saint is strong in faith
You're getting lucky as I'm in a good streak!

You can't buy me even by giving me a head massage
For your sake, stop acting like a ballet star!
Ah... I'm just gonna grab my hat!
I can't be playing the 'loves me, loves me not' game
With me, it's either yes or no, but now I'm out

It's no use showing up all fancy from Marré-Marré
You can't impress me, I've already given you too many chances
I'm tired of warning you but you're like Saint Thomas
Seeing is believing, tell me, what now, José?