Folhetim [English translation]

If by chance you want me

I'm one of these women

Who only say yes

To some hanging around

Some good night out

Some movies, some bar

And, if you've got wealth

I'll take a gift

Anything like that

Like a fake gem

A fine candy

Or a piece of satin

And I will abide by your wishes

Tell you half-truths

Always by dimmed light

And I'll have you, vainglorious, suppose

That you're the greatest and that you possess me

But in the next morning

Don't count to twenty

Get away from me

For you are now worthless

You're a turned page

Ripped off of my magazine

• Artist:Nara Leão