Daminha

The doorman buzzed here at home
That a rose-toned studded ring had arrived
The little screams of friends, extroverted giggles
Everything a bridesmaid must have

And he looks into my eyes, waiting for an answer
And in his head it's a yes
Sorry my love, didn't mean to string you along
But the princess face, not so good

I wanted to want you, I swear
But deep down I don't like the purest
Pure annoyance having to hear you talk
How good it is, how good it is to love me

Face of a saint but fools everyone
Every saint likes a handsome scoundrel
If you ask me I don't hide for a second
When everything comes it almost ends my world

Addicted to the trashy guy
If it wasn't you, it would be another who would support me
Glass slipper, now it's not worth anything
Wants to please me, give me a Prada bag

I wanted to want you, I swear
But deep down I don't like the purest
Pure annoyance having to hear you talk
How good it is, how good it is to love me

(Everything a bridesmaid must have)