Composer: Victor Nader, Eduardo Marson, Vinicius Martins da Silva, Apoena Frota
Lyrics
She gets off with her little revolver
Thank God she dropped the needle
Forced me to cross the border
I showed no resistance
No one here is witness
You don't want to mess with me no
Never ever stumbled
Now You got the picture
Yeah
I want to make a statement
Your eyes are so little
Next round should be water
Don't try to be a hero
Y’all do it for the money
She does it for the stitches
Never ever tumbled
Now you got the picture
She's alright for the night, in here, with me
She's alright for the night, indeed, with me
Soul with just a little bit of soul
You get a little bit of everything
Run, you are always on the run
You run away from everything
She gets off with her little revolver
Thank god she dropped the needle
Shows up past the hour
Blames it on her dildo
No, no, no one here is witness
You don't want to mess with me no
Never ever tumbled
You already got the picture
Yeah
She's alright for the night, with me, in here
She's alright for the night, in here, with me
Soul with just a little bit of soul
You get a little bit of everything
Run, you are always on the run
You run away from everything
Unforgettable, unforgettable
Soul with just a little bit of soul
You get a little bit of everything
Run, you are always on the run
You run away from everything
Soul with just a little bit of soul
You get a little bit of everything
Run, you are always on the run
You run away from everything
Everything, Everything