Tatave

Coming into this world is a real mess
There are times for the lucky ones
Then others where only losers are born
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Tatave found himself right there
He pulled, pulled
In the lottery of existence
The series of those who have no luck
The not-so-good-looking and the lost
Those who eat in the kitchen
Who walk beside their worn-out shoes
And never get to speak up

Tatave! Tatave!
He wasn't spoiled!

In those cases, without hesitation
Reason tells you to look for
Right away a consolation
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Tatave fell into the trap
He pulled, pulled
In the game of love, a bad catch
One of those prizes that say "how we love"
Just before they pull a fast one on you
Of those fiery and beautiful girls
That nothing seems good enough for them
So afraid to see them walk away

Tatave! Tatave!
That girl played you!

As soon as he met that little mouse
Tatave went to get the cash
Essential to spoil her
Tap tapataptap - ding ding

Tatave got himself into that mess
He pulled, pulled
On the guy who was being a jerk
Pulled on two guys who were sniffing
Who popped up all riled up
Not in a hurry to die, the partridges
To that apple, they didn't hold back
Tatave sweated it out, he fell

Tatave! Tatave! Tatave, he got played!
Tatave! Tatave! The game was rigged...
Poor Tatave