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Saudade de tomar o drink no pote, dançar roque + funk e do nada rolar um BE MY BABY ou NEW YORK, NEW YORK, olhar pro lado e ver meu grande amigo Wobs (ainda vive?) com cara de ''a hora é agora'' e mandar ver na VALSA.
Nem sei a troco de que falei isso, que cafonice.
Chicoteia, meu réus.
The night we met
I knew I needed you so
And if I ever had the chance
I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads
Every place we go
So won't you please
Be my, be my baby
Be my little baby
oh oh ohhhh
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