I saw my weight
I thought that I had put on some kilograms
I tried to use the pants that I liked
From the times that I was an adolescent
Ascendancy, I don't know
Then I went out
I thought that I was out of this game
Or those pants are from when I used to be a child
Or I have gotten pregnant in my hips
Hail, chavê, oh my!
I passed on the front of a building
With many bags on my hand
A burden and a step, a step
A step, a step
Oh, I heard a whisper that distracted the burden
And put me in another place, aha
Lousy come on
Arrow without words
A nice little bird
Ingenious technic, a poem converted into music
He got me
More than a soccer hymn
Canary
Classic Sunday challenge
With chap-books
Tied all around my dress
He got me
Canary
More than just a soccer hymn
I never heard it again
Oh, I was in danger
With chap-books
Tatooed on my ankle
He took me
Free
But not as free as I used to be
I can't eat it, but I just love what is junk
I would love to be so skinny
As a pole, scepter, mast
Men
They don't love us like they used to
They love air-bag women 1
And we get fit for our friends, all of which are enemies
I passed on the front of a building
With many bags on my hand
A burden and a step, a step
A step, a step
Oh, I heard a whisper that distracted the burden
And put me in another place, aha
Lousy come on
Arrow without words
A nice little bird
Ingenious technic, a poem converted into music
He got me
More than a soccer hymn
Canary
Classic Sunday challenge
With chap-books
Tied all around my dress
He got me
Canary
More than just a soccer hymn
I never heard it again
Oh, I was in danger
With chap-books
Tatooed on my ankle
He took me
I saw my weight
I thought that I had put on some kilograms
I tried to use the pants that I liked
From the times that I was an adolescent
Ascendancy, I don't know
Then I went out
I thought that I was out of this game
Or those pants are from when I used to be a child
Or I have gotten pregnant in my hips
Hail, chavê, oh my!
1. Women with big breasts