Ciranda da Bailarina

Looking closely
Everyone's got their flaws
Marks from chickenpox or shots

And there's the runs, there's worms, there's amoebas
Only the dancer's got none
And she’s got no itch
Wart or athlete's foot
No lack of grace
She’s got none

Digging deeper
Everyone's got lice
Or smells like disinfectant
Everyone's got a cross-eyed brother
Only the dancer's got none
No dirty nails
No food stuck in her teeth
No scabs on her skin
She’s got none

No one’s exempt
Everyone's got sleep in their eyes
When they wake up at six in the morning
Had scarlet fever
Or yellow fever
Only the dancer's got none
No fear of heights, folks
No fear of falling, folks
No fear of vertigo
Who doesn’t have it

Confessing honestly
Everyone sins
Right after mass ends
Everyone's had a first crush
Only the dancer's got none
Dirt behind her ears
A mustache of jam
An old pair of panties
She’s got none

The priest too
Can turn red
If the wind lifts his robe
Looking closely, everyone’s got pubes
Only the dancer's got none
A room with no furniture
A leak in the bucket
Family issues
Who doesn’t have them

Looking closely
Everyone's got their flaws

Looking closely
Everyone's got their flaws