Eighth floor (a song about love)

When I saw you close the door I thought I'd throw myself out the window on the 8th floor,
Where Dona Maria Mora, because she loves me and I can always get in,
It was quite the time you reach the T, look in the mirror your hair, talk to your Ze,
And I see bearing down on you like an anvil falls on a cartoon any.

And then, only the two on the cold ground,
Spooning in the middle of wire,
Scratched chalk on asphalt,
Imagine that happy scene,

When paramedics arrived and firefighters withdraw our bodies Leblon,
We went to the morgue getting serious playing deitadinhos well-good.

Each made ​​a popsicle,
With the same label on foot,
At autopsy would to see,
As I only died for you,

When I saw you close the door I thought I'd throw myself out the window of the 8th floor
Instead I turned around and I ate a whole pie cranberry dinner.