na cidade a ponto luz bordada, na cidade mulher da minha vida, da luz que os meus olhos vêem tão pura: lisboa menina e moça, amada

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Lado a)

Nice girls don't stay for breakfast that's what they all say from New York to Rome, and I'm a nice girl (you know that I am...). If you're impressed with these words I professed I have just one small request: pass the jam, please pass the jam.




Lado b)

You never get nothing by being an angel child: you better change your ways and get real wild. I wanna tell you something, I wouldn't tell you a lie, wild women are the only kind that really get by. 'Cause wild women don't worry, wild women don't have their blues. . .
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