with jazz notes and high end music,
rose-petals crushed to dust over tables
but the smell remains the same
this is how you play with form
the way you play with meaning, the same way
you play a heart, everyone we know deserves
a song like us, coming from the reverberations
of the samba, Brazilia, mi amore
faked accents to make a woman believe a man
is more than material he wears
everyone deserves a song like us
filled with high-noted violins, trying to be easy on the ears
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