Mocinho Bonito

Pretty boy
Perfect improvisation of the fake high society
In the body, he's an athlete
But in the mind, he's a boy
Who besides the ABC
Learned nothing more

Sunburnt
Messy hair
With great care
In the guise of a count
Hides a poor soul
A poor impostor that luck forgot

Boasting
Living off an allowance
And living in a palace
Tries to forget a shack in Estácio
The place of origin he recently left

Pretty boy
Who's a fake hustler from Copacabana
The most he can get is twenty bucks a week
That his bosom buddy never denied him