A Culpa É Tua

Gonna have to send
Gonna have to send
Gonna have to send
The blame is yours
Oh, how could you leave me (and go)
I'm living on the street
Because of what you said
You told Fulana
Fulana told Sicrana
Sicrana told Bertana
Which reached the ears of my lady
Now I'm without a car, without a home, and without money

Screwed
You told Fulana
Fulana told Sicrana
Sicrana told Bertana
Which reached the ears of my lady
Now I'm without a car, without a home, and without money
The blame-blame is yours
Oh, how could you leave me (oh, screwed!)
I'm living on the street
Because of what you said
You told Fulana
Fulana told Sicrana
Sicrana told Bertana
Which reached the ears of my lady
Now I'm without a car, without a home, and without money

Oh, you told Fulana
Fulana told Sicrana
Sicrana told Bertana
Which reached the ears of my lady
Now I'm without a car, without a home, and without money