Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby (
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting (
Hurt that's not supposed to show (
And tears that fall when no one knows (
When you're trying hard to be your best (
Could you be a little less? (
Do you know what it feels like for a girl? (
Do you know what it feels like in this world? (
For a girl (Para uma garota)
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