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I like Romados!
(VERSE 1)
I was chill in the mountains with the Face-T, my friend.
Doing nothing , smoking, rolling pot.
The afternoon of the tam-tam with sun, re-Sunday.
Joking, talking about everything and nothing.
Hunger set in and then we started arguing.
br/>Let's go eat or maybe discover.
Empty navel wants to eat well,
no desire for legumes or frying pan things.
What do you think of something to charcoal?
That Portuguese spot that smells good bastard.
Of course, brother! Let's go: one, two.
There is nothing that tastes like Romados!
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(VERSE 2)
We arrive at the place pushing the door,
whetting our appetite, barbecue perfume.
For twenty minutes we stayed in line,
then the super owner attended to us.
âÂOui, oui, chéri! Shall I add more sauce?â
Of course my love! Meio frango con papita.
And this is for the tip.
Cashier, please give me bread and some cream!
ââObrigadoââ and also ââaté logoââ.
Difficult to resist when you are in the Plateau.
115 Rachel Street Est.
The chicken Romados cannot be tested!
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