Linhas Tortas
Brancoala
Crooked Lines
If you were a man I would be gay
If you were a queen I would be king
If you were a drummer I would be the drumstick
If you were a baby I would be a breast
If you were bread I would be a bakery
If you were a niece I would be your aunt
If you were a toilet I would be a bidet
If you were me, I would be you
If you were night I would be the moon
If you were a van I would be a station wagon
If you were a monkey I would be a banana
If you were a dream I would be your bed
If you were a fish I would be a hook
If you were summer I would be the sun
If you were Saint George I would be the sword
If you were everything I would be nothing
But it doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
It doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
If you were a dog I would be the bone
If you were an avocado I would be the pit
If you were a painting I would be a Picasso
If you were a virgin I would be untouched
If you were a ball I would be Messi
If you were work I would be stress
If you were Juliet I would be Romeo
If you were the devil I would be atheist
If you were a wizard I would be the hat
If you were a record I would be the record player
If you were medicine I would be sick
If you were bald I would be your comb
If you were a kite I would be the string
If you were a cell phone I would be the case
If I were yours you would be mine
If you were a pad I would be the underwear
But it doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
It doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
But it doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
It doesn't matter (no it doesn't matter)
Our love is written in crooked lines
