When you've walked out the door I thought about throwing myself out of the 8th floor window
It's where Ms. Maria lives and because she loves me I know that I can always come
It would be the exact time for you to get to the ground floor look at your hair in the mirror talk to the doorman
And to see me falling over you like an anvil would fall over an average cartoon
And then, just the two of us on the cold floor
Spooning right on the curb
Outlined with chalk on the pavement
How happy this scene would be
If the paramedics arrived And the firemen removed our bodies from Leblon
We would go to the morgue to play staring contest and rest cozily
Each one just like a popsicle
With same kind of toe tag
During the autopsy it would be clear
How I've only died for you
When you've walked out the door I thought about throwing myself out of the 8th floor window
Instead of that I just turned around and ate an entire mulberry pie for dinner