Fran's Café

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Leave the perfume and I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I don't see it
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the early morning always convinces me, I know

I never took you to eat fricassee
Not even at Fran's café
Didier Drogba, with his hair standing on end
You reached out your hand to me
When we walked on foot
I rented an apartment to live with you, a studio apartment
You said: No, my parents, are you crazy?
Did you see that [?] appeared at 9 months?
And that TV, you paid in 12 installments
I already take care of you, I won't take care of another baby
Or someone stole my maturity
That's why you're still jealous of Nat to this day
It's like everything here in this city
Where men want sex
And other things that are only sold at night
Your parents gave you money, attention and money
I introduced you to the drama
I talked about the system
You thought I was in a coma
He said he felt sorry
Is it really true that we fear this worldly connection?

Kiss more
Leave the perfume and I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I don't see it
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the early morning always convinces me, I know

It's clear, one is the opposite of the other
One is the other's support
One heals the other, one cuts the other in the face
Eye to eye, doctor looks into the monster's face
I know it's rock bottom, they shoot the monster
Just ammo, it's more useful in your pocket
I know you feel comfortable with the monster
Remember the room, the floor of the room was a closet
Take this picture frame with our past
My production has a box with a poster
Can I stick it on your car?
I know you don't like the stage
But now it's tough that I dropped out of college
With the money I could pay for a master's degree
Last year it was a dream, now it's slave labor
My dream is gray hair
My own space, you by my side
We're taking a bath in the pool naked
A plant in the room, legalized
By the state, advanced world
A pair of telescopes to see planets
From the ceiling of the room, stepping on the floor of the roof
Looking at the lawn, the children in the lap
Let's go to Chile by car, put the kids in the car
Get Caetano's CD, let's take these kids to the countryside
Before you say the bush is over
Fact: They prefer coffins to trees
I think about you a lot, let's get away from here
Fast (fast)

Kiss more
Leave the perfume and I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I don't see it
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the early morning always convinces me, I know