Pra ser Minha Musa
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To be My Muse
She brings me coffee in bed
Loves me like no one else
Calls me my black, my nego, my darling
My love
Acclaims me, recites, complains
Always complaining
Accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but doesn't have what it takes
To be my muse
Prepares the fish stew at lunchtime
Acts like a Bahian even to speak
Always gives a hand if I'm down
Always moans when she sees me pass by
She says it's part of my show
And always sings Cazuza's song
Does everything right but doesn't have what it takes
To be my muse
She caresses me smiling like Mona Lisa
In bed she weaves me like Rapunzel
She's so Juliet that she doesn't see flaws
Doesn't see my mistakes and puts me up in the sky
What a beautiful thing, so full of grace
She's the one who hands me my pants and shirt
Does everything right but doesn't have what it takes
To be my muse
