“GO GO s”
Not so young man
goes to Europe
He’ll carry a
girl in the bag
Old man tells
him bullet points
About peeled
stones places
He’s four years
younger than me
Guess I have
four yarns of hair more than him
In the
post-Christmas of this city of fake stones
In the fake
summer
Let it go
Don’t let it go
Go on to make
business that’s where
You should go
If old man sees
you
He’ll make you
go
I must be a girl
To get inside of
a bag
The satanic
lover boy is gone
Stole my shirt
before go
He collects the
clothes of his go go s
Satanism is a
very beautiful philosophy
Don’t you
Beautiful is
what you don’t do
What I heard is
that he wasn’t that loved
In a group
Boy, you are
vulgar, you are rude
Maybe for your
mother Satan is you
But you can’t come
here steal my weak heart again
Between the
tasks I have to do.
(hugo guimarães)
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