Maria de Vila Matilde

Where's my cell phone?
I'm going to call 180
I'll give your name
And explain my address
You're not coming in here anymore
I'll say I don't know you
And throw boiling water
If you dare to venture

I'll release the dog
And, pointing at you
I shout: Get out get out get out get out
I want to see
You jump, you run
In front of the neighbors
You'll regret raising your hand to me

And when Samango arrives
I'll show the bruise on my arm
I'll hand over your deck of cards
Your jumping block
Your loaded die
I'll put water in the kettle
I'll pass by and offer you a coffee
You'll regret raising your hand to me

Where's my cell phone

And when your mother calls
I'll excel in insults
I'll say you're spoiled
That you're full of affection
Spoiled
There's nothing in your head
Lie down, turn around and quickly fall asleep
You'll regret raising your hand to me

You'll regret raising your hand to me