Pra ser Minha Musa
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To Be My Muse
She brings me coffee in bed
Loves me like no one else
Calls me my black, my dude, my darling
My love
She praises, recites, complains
Always living to whine
Accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but can't seem to get it
To be my muse
Prepares the stew at lunchtime
Acts all sweet even when she talks
Always checks in if I'm down
Lets out a sigh when she sees me walk
She says she’s part of my show
And keeps singing Cazuza's song
Does everything right but can't seem to get it
To be my muse
She strokes me smiling like Mona Lisa
In the sheets, she weaves like Rapunzel
So much like Juliet, she can't see the tricks
Doesn't see my flaws and puts me on a pedestal
What a beautiful thing, so full of grace
It's her who irons my pants and shirt
Does everything right but can't seem to get it
To be my muse
