Where you want a gun I am a coconut tree, where you want money I am passion
Where you want rest I am desire, and where I am only desire you want not
And where you want nothing, nothing is missing, and where you fly high I am the ground
And where you step on the ground my soul leaps, and gains freedom in the vastness
Where you want family, I'm crazy, and where you want romantic, bourgeois
Where you want Leblon, I'm Pernambuco, and where you want a eunuch, a stud
And where you want yes and no, perhaps, where you see I see no reason
Where you want the wolf I am the brother, and where you want the cowboy I am Chinese
Ah, brute flower of want, ah, brute flower, brute flower
Where you want the act I am the spirit, and where you want tenderness I am horny
Where you want the free decasyllable, and where you seek the angel I am woman
Where you want pleasure, I am what hurts, and where you want torture, meekness
Where you want home, revolution, and where you want a criminal, I am the hero
I wanted to love you and love, build the sweetest prison
And find the fairest adjustment, all meter and rhyme and never pain
But life is real and biased, and look what a trap love has set for me
I want you and I don't you want me as I am, I don't want you and you don't want me as you are
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Where you want a rally, video flipper, and where you want romance, rock'nroll
Where you want the moon, I am the sun , where pure nature, the insecticide
And where you want mystery, I am the light, where you want a song, the whole world
Where you want Lent, February, and where you want a coconut tree, I am an obus
Always wanting and being in love with what is so unequal in me
Makes me love you well, love you badly, love you well, bad when you want like this
Infinitely personal, and me wanting to love you without end
And wanting to learn from you the total amount of wanting that there is and what is not in me

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