Ele É o Rei

There's a boy who walks in the school
Who, for being handsome and playing the guitar
Is the idol of the girls

They pass him ink drawings
Bring him cakes from the cafeteria
He takes them, with two songs

They do his homework
Let him copy
If he arrives late, they'll talk
To the teacher so she won't mark him absent

They give him gifts of the best there is
Expensive perfumes, imagine
If this isn't enough to enrage the rest of the gang

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He is the king (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
He's the king, there at the high school
But I'm tired (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
He may be king, but not mine

Maria, who is studying psychology
Told me the other day
Her opinion

That behind the anger towards that boy
I have for him
A great passion

I don't agree
I've always been and always will be
Against the whims of this king
I'm not the type to lean my head (lean your head)
If someone like him wanted to date me
To redeem himself, to heal
He would have to treat me like a queen

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