Folhetim [English translation]

In case you want me

I'm one of those women

Who's always saying yes

For a mere thing

A good night out

A movie, a pub

And in case you have money

I accept a gift

Anything like that:

Like a fake gem,

A chocolate box

Or a piece of satin fabric

And I'll make your wills

I'll tell you half-truths

Always at dimmed light

And I'll make you proud

You'll think you're the best

And that I belong to you

But in the next dawn

Don't you count to twenty

Keep away from me!

Because now you're worthless

You're a turned page,

A ripped out page of my novel