Figa de Guiné
Baden Powell
Guinea Fig
Living the way it is ain't no use, woman
From Madalena you and I, from Jesus of Nazareth
If you want to know, our love turned into a cabaret
You even resorted to the arts of voodoo!
Where's your ritual circle, where's the Guinea Fig?
My saint is strong in faith
You're getting lucky as I'm in a good streak!
You can't buy me even by giving me a head massage
For your sake, stop acting like a ballet star!
Ah... I'm just gonna grab my hat!
I can't be playing the 'loves me, loves me not' game
With me, it's either yes or no, but now I'm out
It's no use showing up all fancy from Marré-Marré
You can't impress me, I've already given you too many chances
I'm tired of warning you but you're like Saint Thomas
Seeing is believing, tell me, what now, José?
