Sparks — Moustache letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Moustache" de Sparks.
Letra
A lady gets a lotta things
She gets a 20 carat ring
She gets the alimony too
She gets to look good in the nude
But there’s one place where they’ve been whipped
Between the nose and upper lip
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One hundred hairs make a man
I tried a handlebar design
My Fu Manchu was real fine
My Ronald Colman made 'em blink
My Pancho Villa made 'em think
But when I trimmed it real small
My Jewish friends would never call
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One hundred hairs make a man
One hundred hairs make a man
One hundred hairs make a man
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They call me sir, and that ain’t bad
Sometimes they think that I’m my Dad
And women flirt and you can bet
They like that tickle that they get
The only time I feel bad
Is when the guess the lunch I’ve had
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Tradução da letra
Uma senhora tem muitas coisas
Ela recebe um anel de 20 quilates
Ela também recebe a pensão de alimentos.
Ela fica bem nua.
Mas há um lugar onde eles foram chicoteados
Entre o nariz e o lábio superior
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Cem cabelos fazem um homem
Eu tentei um desenho de barra de mão
O meu Fu Manchu estava muito bem.
O meu Ronald Colman fê-los pestanejar.
O meu Pancho Villa fez-os pensar
Mas quando a aparei muito pequena
Os meus amigos judeus nunca ligariam
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Cem cabelos fazem um homem
Cem cabelos fazem um homem
Cem cabelos fazem um homem
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Chamam-me Senhor, e isso não é mau.
Às vezes pensam que sou o meu Pai.
E as mulheres namoriscam e podes apostar
Eles gostam das cócegas que recebem
A única vez que me sinto mal
É quando o palpite do almoço que eu tive
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