esta vai para aquela que esta na plateia.. sim, aquela ali mesma, que volta e meia olha pra mim, como quem olha um experimento, uma diversao, ou, quem sabe, eu esteja vendo tudo errado... talvez ela me olhe com admiracao. afinal ,ela tem um olhar inocente.. nhah. nao me enganarei nunca mais... pelo menos naoate o proximo inverno..hehe

CAJUN WOMAN
(Fairport Convention)

Baby that preacher gave you spring
In the window with his finger in the undertaker's wing

Oh, Cajun Woman
Some people still call you a queen
I don't believe you're sinking
Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou with a Bible around his neck
He never loved a woman in the way you would expect

Don't tell him about his father, don't tell him about his name
The Gods won't get to heaven till they'll crucify his brain

Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne
Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan
Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the poor
Your mama never told you how lucky you are