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-Hi, baby. -Hey, sweetheart.
-Are you playing? -Yes. I made a song.
-Cool! Can I hear it? -Sure.
I hope you like it.
My love
I don't love you anymore
This relationship is long gone
Only you can't see
My love
I can't stand you anymore
Right now, just by looking at you I get reflux
But I'm okay
My love
You disgust me
I get sick by your drool, this green shirt of yours
And by your smell
Gregório, my love
I hate your guts
And when you go shoot "Porta dos Fundos"
I *** the doorman
And is not always for the one from our building
Sometimes he's at his lunchtime
Don't try looking away because you're the only one here
I hate it when you play dumb
Like when I kissed a guy and told you it was my twin sister
And you know very well I don't have sisters
And if you ask me if this song is for you
I will deny, I will say "no way"
So?
Clarice, is this song for me?
Are you crazy, Gregório?
Of course not! No way!
What a relief!
...and after the end I was already at the mercy
What I drank because of you Was so bad for me
That it was normal waking up by the toilet
Every bar owner and street-sweeper
Now smile to you gratefully