Anais Carlos Artesan North of Serrat-a-Lagoa
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You want to get away from me
Not in some corner
But you want to squeeze me
With an Arab shaykh
No, no, no, no
Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls
With some shaykh
No, no, no, no
Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls
With some shaykh
With your bust and your crotch And your eyes are green
You think you can turn your name around on your arm
Like some princess You want to live
To have two addresses For love and for money
No,
no, no, no Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls With some shaykh
No, no, no, no Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls With some shaykh
No, no, no, no Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls With some shaykh
No,
no, no,
no Let's not be with me
And when the evening falls With some shaykh