Fran's Café

Kiss more
Leave the perfume that I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I'm not seeing
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the night always convinces me, I know

I never took you to eat fricassé
Not even to Fran's Café
Didier Drogba, with hair standing up
You reached out to me
When we used to walk
I rented a studio apartment, to live with you
You said: No, my parents, are you going crazy?
You saw that [?] appeared in 9 months
And this 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 to this day you still get jealous of Nat
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
Said you felt sorry
Is it true that we have this worldly connection?

Kiss more
Leave the perfume that I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I'm not seeing
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the night always convinces me, I know

It's clear, one is the opposite of the other
One is the support of the other
One heals the other, one cuts the other on the face
Eye to eye, the doctor looks at the monster's face
I know it's to the bottom of the pit, they shoot at the monster
Only ammunition, more useful in the pocket
I know you feel comfortable with the monster
Remember the room, the room floor was a closet
Take this picture frame with our past
My production has a box with posters
I can stick it on your car
I know you don't like the stage
But now it's tough because I dropped out of college
With the money I could pay for a master's degree
Last year it was a dream, it's slave labor
My dream is a gray hair
My own space, you by my side
Us taking naked pool baths
A plant in the room, legalized
By the state, advanced world
A pair of binoculars to see planets
From the ceiling of the room, stepping on the roof floor
Looking at the lawn, the kids in our arms
Let's go to Chile by car, put the kids in the car
Get Caetano's CD, let's take these kids to the woods
Before you say the woods are gone
Fact they prefer coffins over trees
I think a lot about you, let's run away from here
Quick (quick)

Kiss more
Leave the perfume that I'll drive you crazy
I'll pretend I'm not seeing
Crazy in clothes, imagine without
But you're like the night always convinces me, I know