Bebete, let’s move on
Cause it’s time now
Take a look, the rooster has crowed already
And the Sun is about to coming up
And you ain’t stopped to dance your samba1
I know you are faithful to me
But, you know, the neighbours are looking and gossiping
I am your man
And you are my woman
But as you see, who doesn’t cries, doesn’t get its milk2
And our baby is weeping and he wants his milk
And you know very well
That I have to work soon
I can’t come late anymore
Nor even miss work
As the new manager
It’s not such a friend of mine
And then, how could a buy you,
If I am in jeopardy,
New shoes for you to dance samba1.
I thought in something like that:
But as you see, the squeaky wheel gets the grease / and our wheel is squeaking and wants its grease
But I don't know if it's correct…