Daquilo de a rica filha completar os meus lamirés, há pouco, em modo Beyoncé, foi assim, ó:
Trauteei:
You must not know about me,
you must not know about me
E logo ela:
I could have another you in a minute
Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know about me, you must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking
You're irreplaceable
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