Hey, Sid, it's true that you ruined the wedding (huh)
Yeah, I heard about it too (no, start that I wasn't alone)
Spi was there (ah, it's what everyone is saying right?)
Yeah, yeah (no-no-no-no)

Don't judge me, this wasn't my fault
If you look closely, you'll see that I'm the victim of this shit
I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people
Then of course, the result is a mess
It was supposed to be such a nice day
A friend's wedding is always special
And I look so cute in formal wear
And the little church was beautiful, ceremonial
On the table there were even some flower arrangements, white and burgundy palette
Kind of artsy, innovative, bistro meat menu
There was Chandon and liqueur, even a Top Hat played
Even the priest danced, it was a day of love
Or at least it was supposed to be, too bad it wasn't
Who was supposed to become a groom ended up becoming a cuckold
As Vinícius says, don't use the rule of three
The shit wasn't me who did it but I found out this time

I went to the confessional
To make a hilarious video
Like a mercenary who was confessing
The window was broken
And in the booth next door
Where a priest was sitting
Sophia, the bride, was sucking
I was more than shocked
Because it was the groom's cousin
And they didn't even notice me
And I was still filming
And I was speechless
The hall was crowded
The day was so good
Should I tell or not?

To give news like this
I don't know how to prepare
Who am I to ruin the guy's wedding?
They say that when God unites no one else separates
But I filmed the bride with a dick in her mouth

And now? Help! God give me a sign
Regardless of what I do it won't be cool (it won't be)
If I don't tell I'll be an accomplice to the mess
If I tell now it's bad
If I tell tomorrow it's worse

To give news like this
I don't know how to prepare
Who am I to ruin the guy's wedding?
They say that when God unites no one else separates
But I filmed the bride with a dick in her mouth (shh)

I left there dumbfounded, open-mouthed
Thinking "what a sin, this isn't right"
I went to the main hall
Stomach feeling sick
And my main focus
"Where is there an open bathroom"

I found one tucked away on the top floor
I had lunch with feijoada
The toilet was going to be a massacre
It looked like Chernobyl when the plant exploded
And I feeling sick because of this bitchy bride
And it was right at that moment, how miserable
That someone enters the bathroom and I was so vulnerable
He was on the phone and I recognized who it was
Spi is that you?

Our Sid, what a shit smell
Brother, mark a ten, I need your help
If I wait for you I'm going to die and here will be my tomb
Ah! Stop the drama it's not that bad
It's a mix of sulfur with termite poison
Oh, I need to tell someone and I don't know what to do
(What?) Calm down I need to think about how to say
I saw the bride in an unpleasant situation
What do you mean?
She was doing an abominable act
Spit it out, damn it man, stop the drama
If you don't tell me what happened how am I going to help you ok?
Ok, I saw her sucking the groom's cousin in the confessional
And I even filmed it
What do you mean sucking?
Like sucking the guy
Like with her mouth on?
Yes, with her mouth on his dick
No, that's a lie
I swear to you it's true
(And if you told?) Of course not, I didn't have the courage
But you have to have courage, brother, you have to say
But he's so happy
But he has to know
Think about it if it were you, if you saw your girl cheating on you would you think it's cool for me to hide it?
I wouldn't right (so)
He wouldn't either so gather courage in that face go down, below let off the rocket
(I can't) someone has to do it
Then you go, man
I didn't see and I didn't film so it's up to you (ah)

To give news like this
I don't know how to prepare
Who am I to fuck up the guy's wedding?
When God joins no one else separates
But I filmed the bride with her mouth on his dick

And now? Help, God give a sign
Regardless of what you do it won't be cool
If you don't tell you're in trouble
If I tell now it's bad
But tomorrow it's worse

To give news like this
I don't know how to prepare
Who am I to fuck up the guy's wedding?
When God joins no one else separates
But I filmed the bride with her mouth on his dick

Ok, I'll tell but I still don't know how
Then sit your ass down and help me come up with a plan
What if you just pull him aside and tell him?
Too insensitive he'll fall back and have a heart attack
I know, leave a letter telling without signing
But then there's the risk he won't even believe it
Then ask someone from the family to tell, I don't know, brother
Damn, but then it becomes gossip, better not
Then tell the Priest, ask him to spill during the ceremony
At the part of her vows speaking
That was definitely the worst idea
You think life is an American comedy movie?
I don't know damn it, then ask the bride to tell
You're kidding Spi, damn it, help me think
It's serious, we tell her that we know and that she has until tomorrow to tell
If not we're going to tell, understand?
That way she has nowhere to run
Since she made the mess she'll have to own up
That way we won't get involved
You won't have to say it wasn't her who made the mess? So she'll solve it

The decision was made and the whole plan rehearsed
So we went after the bride to deliver the message
My leg was shaking, Spi with his face sweating
But it was the right thing to do and we kept walking

I won't tell how the conversation went because it was heavy
And it even got to the point where she threatened us both
To this day I don't know if she told him or not
All I know is that they broke up soon a day later

To give news like this
I don't know how to prepare
Who am I to ruin the guy's wedding?
They say when God joins no one else separates
But I filmed the bride with her mouth on his dick

Ah, I get it now, it wasn't you who ruined
It was you and Spinardi who ruined the guy's wedding
It's not ruining man, I, I discovered the thing
I (ok, ok) I had to tell damn it
Fuck it (hi hi hi hi)

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