A Rita
Zeca Pagodinho
Rita
Rita took my smile
With her smile
My whole deal
She took it all with her
And what’s rightfully mine
She ripped from my chest
And there’s more
Took your picture, your rag, your plate
What a joke!
An image of Saint Francis
And a good Noel record
Rita killed our love
Out of revenge
Didn’t leave a thing
Not a dime
'Cause she didn’t have any
But caused losses and damages
Took my plans
My poor mistakes
My twenty years
My heart
And on top of it all
Left me speechless
A guitar
