Lyrics of 'Eu Vi Seu Ex-amor' by Martinho da Vila

Eu vi seu ex - amor
Que bela!
Benza Deus o que mudou
Que bela!
Não chora, não
Que seu ex - amor não chora
(Eu vi seu ex - amor )

Já vi pintura linda
Ficar mais linda ao ser restaurada
Mas nunca vi boniteza
Que possa ser comparada
A mulher separada

Ela tá mais dengosa
Ela tá mais faceira
Um pouquinho saudosa
Tristezinha maneira

Mas muito mais cheirosa
Do que flor de laranjeira
Muito mais cheirosa
Do que flor de laranjeira
(Eu vi seu ex - amor)

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