His big, beautiful voice opened the window of the morning.
“The hit of the week, the month, the year: ‘Spoiled’, recorded by Chico Viola.”
The full moon casts a silver sheen On the mountain, lush and green
The serenader’s trusty strings His love to the window bring.
A heartfelt tune is gently spun Sweet lyre deftly plucked and strummed
The crooner opens the floodgates to all his lovesick heart’s dictates...
Then he’d pause a moment, nod twice and I would come in with my pure little voice.
No fairer vision ever seen You are my light, you are my queen
If up to me, you’ll never toil Clever girl, you’ll be spoiled.
You should have seen it! Girls would come running to buy brochures.
Gentlemen, people of all ages and types. I really liked selling the ones that cost four or five tostões.
When it was a woman I knew what to do. “Here’s your change, ma’am.” “Keep it and buy yourself a sweet.”
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