Sob Medida
Chico Buarque
Tailor-made
If you believe in God
Raise your hands to the heavens
And give thanks
When you desired me
Without meaning to, you hit
The mark
I am your soulmate
I am your female
Your match, your sister
I am your incest
I am perfect because
Just like you
I am no good
I am no good
Treacherous and vulgar
I am nameless and homeless
I am that one
I am a daughter of the street
I am born from your
Rib
I am a bandit
I am free in life
And tailor-made
For your caresses
My friend
Get comfortable with me
And give thanks to God
If you believe in God
Send up to the heavens
A prayer
And thank the Lord
You have the love
You deserve
