O Vagabundo e a Dama - Oriente

Eu só quero pedir que as vagabunda não se ofenda

Mas esse som eu fiz pra uma dama

Baseado em fatos reais

Começa mais ou menos assim…

Ele chegou da pista, viu a cama e foi cochilar

Ela acordou, abriu a janela, e viu o sol nascendo no mar

Ele abriu a geladeira, de novo pão com mortadela

Ela comeu croissant, com ovomaltine e nutella

Ela fazendo dieta

Ele larica no posto

Ele nas roda de freestyle

Ela na novela das oito

Ele catando a roupa do cesto pra poder sair

Ela no Victoria’s Secret morango com chantily

Ela era da Absolut

Ele era da cachaça

Ela era geração saúde

E ele geração fumaça

Ele se arruma em um minuto

E ela horas no espelho

Ele com os olhos avermelhados

Ela com as unhas de vermelho

Ela no carro da amiga

Ele dentro do buzão

Ela indo pro circo

E ele pra fundição

Ele bebendo cerveja parado em frente ao podrão

Ela passa com um copo de gelo e de Redbull na mão

Ele se apresentou

Ela sorriu

Ele chego juntinho no ouvido

Ela caiu

Ele ratinho de desenrolo

Ela beleza indescritível

E começa a história

De um amor impossível

Ela quer conhecer a vida, e ele conhecer o mundo

A dama e o vagabundo

A dama e o vagabundo

Ela presa no condomínio, e ele solto pelo mundo

A dama e o vagabundo

A dama e o vagabundo

Ela com a agenda apertada, ele vivendo cada segundo

A dama e o vagabundo

A dama e o vagabundo

Afinal, todas as dama se amarra num vagabundo

«Circo ou fundição?

Pra onde vamo agora?»

Lugar nenhum, tá tranquilo, vamo fica aqui fora

Agora que eu tô contigo, a parada é a seguinte

Tem um depósito aqui perto, que a cerva é um e vinte

E passaram em frente a uma festa e decidiram ir pra lá

Tinha showzin do oriente e era 10 conto pra entrar

Ele meteu a mão no bolso pros seus trocados contar

Ela falou «não precisa deixa que eu vou pagar»

Curtiram uma noite punk, logo se identificaram

Chegaram agarradinhos e assim juntos ficaram

Ela arrepio na nuca, ele com as costas arranhadas

Voltaram juntos pra Nikit vendo o sol nascer na barca

Chegaram no terminal, a noite ia acabar

Era difícil despedir, mas ela deu o celular

No dia seguinte, ele acorda com uma vontade de ligar

Ela recebe a chamada, da claro é claro a cobrar

Marcaram uma praiana, ele foi de camelo

Ela levou barraca, canga, e cremin pro cabelo

Ele chego tranquilão, sem fazer nem um esforço

Fora a bermuda e a lupa, só tinha um conto no bolso

Se curtiram mais do que antes, foi tipo um dia perfeito

Ela deitou pra pegar sol, e ele foi cair de peito

O mar tava grande, e ela queria mergulhar

Ele esticou a mão pra ela pra ajudar ela a entrar

Ela só pensando nele, fantasiando as novela

Ele na altinha tonteando por que só pensava nela

Combinaram de almoçar, ele falou padaria

Ela falou que não ia, que um restaurante servia

Aí ela apresentou ele ao famoso Outback

Pagou o almoço todo, com o seu talão de cheque

Ele penso em italiano, e em suquin de caju

Ela na coca infinita, e costelinha com barbecue

Ele chegando em casa celular toca é quem?

Ela ligando pra ver se ele tinha chegado bem

Ela lidava com fatos, ele lidava com a sorte

E o amor impossível só foi ficando mais forte

Todo dia ele buscava ela na frente do cursinho

E sempre bolava quando ela tava usando shortinho

Iam pra cachanga dele, vazia durante o dia

A censura não permite falar o que acontecia

Depois ele fuma um cigarro e ela da um abraço

Ele sem acredita que ela ainda era ca…

Ah, o vagabundo foi laçado

Quem diria ele realmente tava apaixonado

Aí um dia ela liga, e ele pergunta: «Qual vai?»

Ela marca num restaurante pra apresentar pro pai

Ele boto um cinto, e uma blusa social

Chego lá com ela sorrindo, e o sogro com cara de mau

Começou a perguntar o que da vida ele queria

Ele queria a vida inteira e o sogro não entendia

Perguntou de faculdade e o que é que ele fazia

Respondeu sou mc e o sogro olhou com ironia

Saiu de lá sabendo que não tinha sido boa impressão

Depois disso começa a novela e toda a bolação

O pai dela veio cheio de caô e de proibição

E pra vê-la depois disso todo dia era uma missão

E até hoje as vezes na madruga no quarto dela

Ouve-se um barulho de pedrinha na janela

Quando ela abre olha pra baixo, dá um sorriso profundo

Adivinha, visita pra dama, o vagabundo

I just want to ask the sluts not to be offended

But this sound I made for a lady

Based on real facts

It starts more or less like this…

He arrived from the track, saw the bed and went to nap

She woke up, opened the window, and saw the sun rising over the sea

He opened the fridge, again bread with bologna

She ate a croissant, with ovaltine and nutella

she on a diet

He munchies at the station

He in the freestyle circles

She in the eight o'clock soap opera

He was picking up clothes from the basket so he could go out

She at Victoria's Secret Strawberry with Whipped Cream

She was from Absolute

He was from cachaça

She was generation health

And he generates smoke

It gets ready in a minute

And she hours in the mirror

He with red eyes

She with red nails

She in her friend's car

He inside the bus

She going to the circus

And he for the foundry

He drinking beer standing in front of the pod

She walks by with a glass of ice and Redbull in her hand

He introduced himself

She smiled

He comes close to the ear

She fell

He unrolling mouse

She indescribable beauty

And the story begins

Of an impossible love

She wants to know life, and he wants to know the world

The Lady and the Tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

She is trapped in the condominium, and he is released around the world

The Lady and the Tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

She with a tight schedule, he living every second

The Lady and the Tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

After all, every lady ties herself to a tramp

«Circus or Foundry?

Where are we going now?”

Nowhere, it's okay, let's stay out here

Now that I'm with you, the stop is the following

There's a warehouse nearby, whose beer is one and twenty

And passed by a party and decided to go there

There was showzin from the oriente and it was 10 stories to get in

He put his hand in his pocket for his change to count

She said "no need, let me pay"

They enjoyed a punk night, soon identified themselves

They arrived holding each other and so together they stayed

She shivers on the back of her head, he with his back scratched

They went back together to Nikit watching the sun rise on the boat

They arrived at the terminal, the night was about to end

It was difficult to say goodbye, but she gave her cell phone

The next day, he wakes up wanting to call

She receives the call, gives of course, collects

They tagged a beach girl, he went on a camel

She took a tent, sarong, and hair cream

He arrives calmly, without making an effort

Apart from the shorts and the magnifying glass, I only had one short story in my pocket

If you enjoyed it more than before, it was like a perfect day

She lay down to sunbathe, and he fell on his chest

The sea was big, and she wanted to dive

He stretched out his hand to her to help her enter

She just thinking about him, fantasizing the soap operas

He was dizzy because he only thought about her

They agreed to have lunch, he said bakery

She said she wasn't going, that a restaurant served

Then she introduced him to the famous Outback

Paid for all lunch, with your checkbook

He thinks of Italian, and cashew suquin

She's into infinite coke, and ribs with barbecue

When he comes home, who is the cell ringing?

She calling to see if he had arrived well

She dealt with facts, he dealt with luck

And the impossible love just got stronger

Every day he looked for her in front of the course

And it always came up when she was wearing shorts

They went to his cachanga, empty during the day

Censorship does not allow talking about what happened

Then he smokes a cigarette and she gives a hug

He couldn't believe she was still ca...

Ah, the tramp was lassoed

Who knew he was really in love

Then one day she calls, and he asks: «What's up?»

She schedules at a restaurant to present to her father

He puts on a belt, and a dress shirt

I get there with her smiling, and the father-in-law with a mean face

He began to ask what he wanted in life

He wanted his whole life and his father-in-law didn't understand

He asked about college and what he did

He replied I am mc and the father-in-law looked with irony

He left there knowing it wasn't a good impression.

After that, the novel and all the rolling begins

Her father came full of caô and prohibition

And to see her after that, every day was a mission

And to this sometimes at dawn in her room

There is a noise of stones in the window

When she opens it, she looks down, gives a deep smile

Guess what, visit to the lady, the tramp