Vacilão

What used to be a woman
So as not to wake you up early
She would leave the bed on tiptoe
Only called you late
Knew your taste
On the tray, coffee
Chocolate, cookie
Fruit salad
Papaya juice

For lunch, it was filet mignon
With Greek-style rice
Browned potatoes
A good wine
For dinner, it was the same abundance as lunch
And there was still an option
Yeah, but you messed up
She dumped you

You came home wasted again
Fought with your woman for no reason
Wanted to eat sweet rice with okra
Put salt in the lemonade

Gave a bath to the monkey
Banana to the pig
Bone to the cat
Sardines to the dog
Cachaça to the duck
Entered the shower in a suit and shoes
Didn't want to talk
Went down to the basement
Grabbed a thirty-eight
Shot his own brother's hand
Who tried to hold you
I managed to disarm you

Went out on the street again
Jumped through the window at the funeral
Insulted the deceased, blew out the candle
Sang to the widow, a woman from the slums
Kissed her
All hell broke loose, the police arrived
Got a beating, got arrested
And she doesn't want you anymore
Serves you right