Margarita

My name is Margarita
I live in Rio de Janeiro's sea-shore
You can call me a whore

But you better not

I kick it hard to makes
Even a man to waste
But you should not
Remember me by my name

You can remember me as a whore

But you better not

Slip it through man's happiness
I give you what it takes
Among your wildest
And enormous grace

You may call me a whore
But by the way,
I think you better not

Goes away your life, sinking away your dream
I help you stay still where have you been
By licking your sadness
By trying dive into madness

Try me a whore
Touch me then scream "O'Lord!"
Insanity arise
I double my price

You now know Im a whore
But I guess maybe you better not

'Cause now you imagine me under your chair
Doing job of love affair