Tell your mother you´re going home tonight,
´cause of what you did last night.
And she better take you back,
before i shot you dead.
My head hurts and i can´t get a minute of sleep
i keep rolling on our bed sheets.
After a few weeks a finally got myself a new lover,
and now i will be gone forever,
so you can go and tell your mother
you´re going home tonight
because of what you did last night.
Bangalô Cult: Apaixonante, Van Gogh
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