Drinking stolen gin from the rich people's bar next door
and awkwardly
I'm leaning on the shoulder of the cousin who you choose to ignore

and she says won't you calm down
city city won't you calm down
we're never gonna get to the bottom while there's traffic around

Passed a little lonely cleanse
If we play our cards right we can be more than friends
still

Oh so s-u-d-d-e-nly
so suddenly
ways of calculating, ways of catapulting you and me
out of this town
city city won't you calm down
they'll never know we're in here if we don't make a sound
Faster we'll divide all the sense
into tiny parcels are you hoping it's tense, girl?


by Marcelo Adelar