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She's Patricia but likes a bad boy
Full of malice, wants to walk where I walk
She's Patricia but likes a bad boy
Fragile appearance to deceive the command

She wants to roam
Wants to venture where it's not her place
Wants to take the risk without fear of falling in love

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

She wants to roam
Knows that the rooftop party in the hill is open bar
She's not picky, in case her lipstick smudges

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

Likes cruising in a high Opala in the early morning
Lady is by the side of the boy with a stern face
Or maybe she prefers a ride in a Caravan
Until morning, from Samamba to Itapuã

And she says I'm to blame
That I know the right way to do what's wrong
Bad boy perfume in an upscale neighborhood, causes damage

Rare values, few have
Limited edition
There's no one like me

I think she noticed that the sun is more intense here
That the way I dress is not worth more than I think
Prefers adrenaline, so she breaks the routine
Prefers my shack instead of a house with a pool

I even meditated, what did she see?
Maybe my crazy ways fill her void
Maybe paradise is just a matter of realizing
That happiness has no place to be born

She's Patricia but likes a bad boy
Full of malice, wants to walk where I walk
She's Patricia but likes a bad boy
Fragile appearance to deceive the command

She wants to roam
Wants to venture where it's not her place
Wants to take the risk without fear of falling in love

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

She wants to roam
Knows that the rooftop party in the hill is open bar
She's not picky, in case her lipstick smudges

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

Likes cruising in a high Opala in the early morning
Lady is by the side of the boy with a stern face
Or maybe she prefers a ride in a Caravan
Until morning, from Samamba to Itapuã

How many nights have you stayed up, no limit
Tell me how many glasses you've emptied
Spoiled girl here in the hood
Is a child raised by grandpa

I swear I don't know, I even thought
About you and your ways too
Why did you fall for a guy like me?
Although there's no one like me

Maybe what I am, has no place
Love is not charity for us to ask for
But I've noticed you're really into it
By my side, you only know how to smile

My planet is different from yours
Your father's saint won't match mine
What can I do, man? If Patricia prefers the wrong
Her heart doesn't want an imported car

Likes cruising in a high Opala in the early morning
Lady is by the side of the boy with a stern face

She wants to roam
Wants to venture where it's not her place
Wants to take the risk without fear of falling in love

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

She wants to roam
Knows that the rooftop party in the hill is open bar
She's not picky, in case her lipstick smudges

Little details about her
Born in an upscale neighborhood
Her cupid, in the favela

Likes cruising in a high Opala in the early morning
Lady is by the side of the boy with a stern face
Or maybe she prefers a ride in a Caravan
Until morning, from Samamba to Itapuã