Folhetim

If you want me
I'm one of those women who only says yes
For one thing, a good night out
A cinema, a bar

And if you have income
I'll accept a gift, anything like that
Like a fake stone
A waltz dream or a satin cut

And I will satisfy you
I will tell half truths, always in half light
And I will make you, vain, assume
That you are the greatest and that you own me

But the next morning
Don't count to twenty, stay away from me
Because you are no longer worth anything
You are a turned page, discarded from my serial

If you want me
I'm one of those women who only says yes
For one thing, a good night out
A cinema, a bar

And if you have income
I'll accept a gift, anything like that
Like a fake stone
A waltz dream or a satin cut

And I will satisfy you
I will tell half truths, always in half light
And I will make you, vain, assume
That you are the greatest and that you own me

But the next morning
Don't count to twenty, stay away from me
Because you are no longer worth anything
You are a turned page, discarded from my serial

Because you are no longer worth anything
You are a turned page, discarded from my serial