Rola um feriado e eu não sei se viajo, se fico no Rio, se faço as unhas, pinto um quadro... ainda não decidi, mas, se eu sumir, é porque viajei. É só ligar lé com cré, galera.
When you came in the air went out/
And every shadow filled up with doubt/
I don't know who you think you are/
But before the night is through/
I wanna do bad things with you/
I'm the kind to sit up in his room/
Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue/
I don't know what you've done to me/
But I know this much is true:/
I wanna do bad things with you...
("Bad things" - True Blood)