Minha Musa
Grupo Fundo de Quintal
My Muse
She brings me coffee in bed
Loves me like no one else
Calls me my black my darling my dear my love
Praises complains, recites, complains
Always complaining about ingratitude accuses me
Does everything right but can't be my muse
Prepares the fish stew at lunchtime
Acts like a diva even to speak
Always gives a hand if I'm down
Always moans when she sees me pass by
She says she's already part of my show
And always sings Cazuza's song
Does everything right but can't be my muse
Caresses me smiling like Mona Lisa
In bed she weaves me like Rapunzel
She's so Juliet that she doesn't see tricks
Doesn't see my mistakes and puts me up in the sky
What a beautiful thing so full of grace
She's the one who hands me my pants and shirt
Does everything right but can't be my muse
