This girl is different
She doesn't recognize me anymore
She's way ahead
She's leaving me behind

This girl has made up her mind
To become super modern
She only dances samba in secret
So no one will notice

I cultivate roses and rhymes
Thinking it's very good
She looks down on me
And is going to reinvent the sound

I play her a flute concerto
And it doesn't stir any emotion in her
She wants to see the astronaut
Land on the TV

But time goes by
But time comes
She undoes me
But what's the matter
That she only harbors spite for me
That she only harbors disdain for me

But time goes by
But time comes
She undoes me
But what's the matter
If on the left side of the chest
Deep down, she still loves me

This girl is different
She doesn't recognize me anymore
She's way ahead
She's leaving me behind

This girl is the one from the window
That I got tired of singing about
Now she's only in her own world
Just breaking everything

But time goes by
But time comes
And she undoes me
But what's the matter
That she only harbors spite for me
That she only harbors disdain for me

But time goes by
But time comes
She undoes me
But what's the matter
If on the left side of the chest
Deep down, she still loves me

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