Chegando Em Paris - 4mgang

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour

This ain't Texas (oh) Ain't no hold 'em (hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (ooh) And throw your keys up (hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo, ha There's a tornado (there's a tornado) In my city (in my city) Hit the basement (hit the basement) That sh– ain't pretty (sh– ain't pretty) Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) 'Cause we survivin' ('cause we survivin') Puffin' red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah Ooh, one step to the right We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, run me to the left Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind This ain't Texas (oh) Ain't no hold 'em (hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (ooh) And throw your keys up (hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some liquor on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo (Woo-hoo) (Woo-hoo) (Woo-hoo) There's a heatwave (there's a heatwave) Comin' at us (comin' at us) Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight) Too cold to panic (cold to panic) All of the problems Just feel dramatic (just feel dramatic) And now we're runnin' to the first bar that we find, yeah Ooh, one step to the right We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, you run to the left Just with me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind This ain't Texas (oh) Ain't no hold 'em (hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down (oh) So park your Lexus (hey) Throw your keys up (hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some liquor on me, honey too It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown Don't be a–, come take it to the floor now, ooh Take it to the floor now, ooh (oops, spurs, boots) To the floor now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (tap back, oops, shoot) Come take it to the floor now, ooh And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too (spurs, spurs, boots) Sologenic, photogenic, shoot

Ando devagar Porque já tive pressa Levo esse sorriso Porque já chorei demais Hoje me sinto mais forte Mais feliz quem sabe Só levo a certeza De que muito pouco eu sei Eu nada sei Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs O sabor das massas e das maçãs É preciso amor pra poder pulsar É preciso paz pra poder sorrir É preciso a chuva para florir Penso que cumprir a vida Seja simplesmente Compreender a marcha E ir tocando em frente Como um velho boiadeiro Levando a boiada Eu vou tocando os dias Pela longa estrada, eu vou Estrada eu sou Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs O sabor das massas e das maçãs É preciso amor pra poder pulsar É preciso paz pra poder sorrir É preciso a chuva para florir Todo mundo ama um dia Todo mundo chora Um dia a gente chega E no outro vai embora Cada um de nós Compõe a sua história Cada ser em si Carrega o dom de ser capaz E ser feliz

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah