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Darling,
God knows what I went through
You stayed with my friend, I ignored...
Silly,
The lie I created
And, have mercy, as Baden and Vinícius sang
- the asylum is close to us, just see
But hey,
You kicked, I believed
You drank and the second was lawless...
Poop,
The knockout I took:
The count was at eight, I got up..
Like Cassius Clay, I said
Look at Mohamed Ali, I also got beaten up
Oh, God, I got scared...
My darling, oh have mercy...
Enough of the commotion, I'm in the cock-a-doodle-doo
My jealousy is in the filo!