Book Rosa
Silvanno Salles
Pink Book
I knew
When the alms are too much, the saint suspects
I knew
Said you're going to bed early, what a pure lie
I knew
That the calls from friends were not normal
That you lied about your casual encounters
I knew
I knew that this beauty was never for free
Changed your name to hide the farce
What a tasteless joke
Criminal, traitor, fake and liar
The only thing missing is to find you in the pink book
Your made-up face doesn't fool me
That's why you were great in bed
The more criminal
The more my heart loves you
