Vagabundo (part. Zé Vaqueiro)

Oh, the urge I feel
To go out, to drink, to not give a damn
To be bad, to stomp, to mistreat
But all I know is love and to tie down

Someone in my life who’s no good
I want love, in her blood runs a party
She only answers when the mood hits her, ah

Maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d be in my bed every night
Maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d give me more kisses than kicks

And oh, the urge I feel
To go out, to drink, to not give a damn
To be bad, to stomp, to mistreat
But all I know is love and to tie down

Someone in my life who’s no good
I want love, in her blood runs a party
She only answers when the mood hits her, ah

And maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d be in my bed every night
Maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d give me more kisses than kicks

And maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d be in my bed every night
And maybe if I were a vagabond
She’d give me more kisses than kicks