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W.H.O.R.E

Letras de canciones (Portugués)
Yesterday I got off the bus at noon
The wrong way to go it seemed
In my head the same old prayer
God willing today's not my day
I utter it and pick up my pace
My body is in flight
A piercing scream heard swallowed downtown
And at the projects? How many? Who?
The blood spilled and the body still on the ground
Girl...
 
Because she's just another girl
When night turns to day
It won't even make the news (won't even make the news)
Tomorrow cowardice will be just another measure, oppressing, insulting
Go ahead motherfucker
 
Daddy wanted me for dinner
Ripped my rags off me and had me right there
Again my whoreland has betrayed me
And I'm nothing but a bitch in heat
 
And I run
I don't know where to
Oh help me
It's my turn this time
 
Today I caught myself fleeing
And it was pitch black, the bright sun
There goes the puppet girl
Won't make the headlines these days
(And yet you hear that)
 
The clothes were too revealing
She was asking for it
That red lipstick
Acting all slutty
That provoking cleavage
The cut runs deep
Slow death to a strong womb
 
Sometimes I change directions
When I see a man walking my way
I don't know if he comes bearing rose or thorn
If it's a slap or a caress
If he comes to bless or to harass
 
And what if we switched this point of view
And the phallus was the victim
What would people say?
Shifting, then, the focus of the story
Stripping from the men the glory
Of running this place
 
Help me I'm at the end of my rope
I either kill or I'm killed
And there's no one who can judge me
 
And fuck it if you rip my clothes off me
I rip your dick off with my teeth
And make you suck it
 
Just so you can see how bitter your poison really is
I'll make the world very small
And may God grant me my revenge
And may God grant me my revenge
And may God grant me my revenge
 
And I run
I don't know where to
Oh help me
It's my turn this time
 
(Chico Buarque citation)
Died on the wrong way disturbing the Saturday
(I don't know where to)
Agonized right there in the middle of the sidewalk
(It's my turn this time)
Died on the wrong way like some machine
(I don't know where to)
Eyes dull with cement and traffic
(It's my turn this time)
Loved that one time as if it was the last
 
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P.U.T.A

Letras de canciones (Portugués)

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Colecciones con "P.U.T.A"
1.Abuse Vol. 2
2.Femmes: des siècles et des combats
Modismos de "P.U.T.A"
1.Asking for it
2.God willing
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