-Are you playing? -Yes. I wrote a song.

-Cool! Can I hear it? -Sure.

I hope you like it.

My love

I don't love you anymore

This relationship is long gone

Only you can't see

My love

I can't stand you anymore

Right now, just by looking at you I get an acid reflux

But it went back down

My love

You disgust me

I get sick by your drool, this green shirt of yours

And by your smell

Gregorio, my love

I hate you

And when you are shooting for "Porta dos Fundos"

I fuck the doorman

And is not always for the one from our building

Sometimes he's at his lunchtime

Don't try looking away because you're the only one here

I hate it when you play dumb

Like when I kissed a guy and told you it was my twin sister

And you know very well I don't have sisters

And if you ask me if this song is for you

I will deny, I will say "no way"

So?

Clarice, is this song for me?

Are you crazy, Gregorio?

Of course not! No way!

What a relief!

...and after the end I was already at the mercy

What I drank because of you Was so bad for me

That it was normal waking up by the toilet

Every bar owner and street-sweeper

Now smile to you gratefully