Risy, dás-me um abraço porque sabes que as nuvens passaram? Risy, olhas-me nos olhos, porque só assim tem de ser. Risy, percebes que as palavras doem, os olhares ferem e o silêncio mata, mas... com um sorriso tudo se esquece!
"Now on the regular, not a church girl / she was secular, not about the money / somebody redirected her / I know I met her at a earlier age / but she dont' look the same way on a page / got a brother confused / and I ain't willing to lose / You can believe me a fool / when its cool, cause after all of this music / I tell her "je ne parle pas francais" / but when the rhythym is cool / it doesn't matter if together we move / Come on!"
Risy, dizes que sou louco... (Acho que tens razão!)
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