barulhos da casa V

I'm put together beautifully

Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth

I'm perfect piece of ass

I'm a festival, I'm a parade

Nothing can touch us my love

We'll take ourselves out in the street

And wear the blood in our cheeks

Like red roses

We won't be disappointed
We'll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor

Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn't have any.

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon 

PS: tudo dito.