Eu Incomodo Gente Feia

Look at my worried face
Knowing that these people don't like me
(I don't care, go!)
You can speak ill of me when I pass by
That's the burden of being so beautiful

I annoy ugly people
(Oh, what a cat)
Ugly
What I have delicious, Miranha doesn't have in cobwebs
(Oh, what a cat)
Ugly