Quinta Cínica

I saw you sing in the street, all beautiful
It seemed like time stood still
About the moonlight of cynical Thursday
So cynical she almost fooled me

Slutty life, paint me
I count the paints cursed colors
Your blue gold Maldives poisoned us
Mom, I'm screwed, she said
Who dreams all day and never gets used to it

I saw you sing my weird song
In the fable of the guys in a subway
If you want to imitate me, I talk and do mimes
So stupid she almost loved me

Kisses, call me, contradict me
I'm good at starting fights
Get me a bed, hi-hi-hi
Dad, I'm screwed, it's me, Rodrigo
Your good old friend
That life unfolded
Oh-oh-oh

I'll see you four twenty at home
We who set the rhythm and embolden
I will devour you, devour you
Mo-o-o

I know we're worthless
Our love song is a joke
I wanna date you, I wanna rock you
I want to see home from there, from there
Having coffee looking at the sea
Climbing the mango tree, ah
Make a sweet verse with a pitanga flavor, ah

Ah-ah
Ah-ah, yeah
Ah-ah
Ah