Luciana Souza Follow

The lights of São Paulo are flashing
Your car sends you crashing forever along
The clocks were turned back, you remember
I think it's still November
But the party is on

We're off to the hills on the back road
Our best friend has his kit, there's nothing to smoke
He's nothing but another pretender
A trust-fund West Ender
He's rich but he's broke

Fire and wood
We're burning it down
The whiskey is good
We own this damn town

We're off to the Forró for dancing
In minutes we're prancing to the V.I.P. room
We're back on the floor in a half- beat
Then back out on the street
I lost my perfume!

The art dealer's house is a beauty
His son is a cutie
His father has galleries he runs
We're turning the world on its head
Then off to his bed
For some conjugal fun

Fire and wood
We're burning it down
The whiskey is good
We own this damn town

I didn't mean what I said
Come back, come back
The good times are all still ahead
Come back, come back

Back down the road that we came up
The street signs are glowing, the houses are gone
The dawn is a sky full of embers
It's still November
And summer is on

We'll go back to my place for music
Then off to the airport-
A flight to the shore!
We're living the lives we were born for
We're going nowhere, but at least we're not poor!

Fire and wood
We're burning it down
The whiskey is good
We own this damn town