Come on, come out of the rain.
You're not oppressed you're just too learned.
I took the book, I lit the page
your sabbatical was burning.

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa...
I already did.

Some things work but me I choose to lose my skin in the dirt
This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive.

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
let's sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa...
I already did.


by Marcelo Adelar