Flor da Idade

We kill time, stand in line in the village at noon
To see Maria
We have lunch and just scratch and rub and just get addicted
Her door has no latch
The window has no bars
She doesn't even suspect
Oh, the first party, the first crack, the first love

At the right time, the open house, the open pajamas, the family
Trap
The table set with fish, leaves a little scent of her daughter
She lives stuck in the success of the battery-powered radio
What a wonder
Oh, the first drink, the first body, the first love

See the catwalk, how it dances, sways, advances and retreats
We sweat
The dirty laundry of the one is washed in the middle of the street
Shameless, given, the naughty one likes to walk half-naked
And continues
Oh, the first lady, the first drama, the first love

Carlos loved Dora who loved Lia who loved Léa who loved Paulo who loved Juca who loved Dora who loved
Carlos loved Dora who loved Rita who loved Dito who loved Rita who loved Dito who loved Rita who loved
Carlos loved Dora who loved Pedro who loved so much that he loved the daughter who loved Carlos who loved Dora who loved the whole gang