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Key: C

Introduction:

                             C                                                                              G  
Não me esqueço daquele dia, quando a conheci
                     F                                                                            C  
na padaria, escornada no vidro do balcão
                                                                                                                                G  
Sua camisa de meia combinava com o chinelo de dedo
                                        F                                                                              C  
e a cor dos olhos contrastava com o papel do pão
                             G                                                 C  
Ela me chamou pra casa da patroa,
                     F                      G                                                    C  
que viajava pelo Rio de Janeiro numa boa
                                  G                                                                         C  
Ela se apaixonou pelo meu sorriso "mil e um"
                        C                                                      G                      C  
o olhar 43, o passo "15 prás 3"e o bafo 51
                                                  G                                                                                 C  
Eu a chamava de querida , e ela me chamava de meu bem
                                                        G                 F                                                      C  
Eu lhe doava minha vida, jamais a trocaria por alguém
                                C                                                                                                      G  
Mas me vi tão desgostoso    após o término do ato sexual
                             F                                                                                                      C  
pois que minha rosa se transformara em um peçonhento animal
                                                                                                             G  
Ela tirou meu sapato e não largava do meu pé
                                                                                                                        C  
comparando a Fuma rosa o doce odor do meu chulé
                                        G                                                                 C  
Fiquei angustiado com a gravidez da situação
                        F                         G                                                    C  
eu amaldiçoava a padaria e o papel do pão
                                                  F                                                      G                                                            C  
aquela cobra peçonhenta me confessou virulenta que era portadora d'AIDS
                                                  G                                                                                 C  
Eu a chamava de querida , e ela me chamava de meu bem
                                                        G                              F                                                                 C  
Eu lhe doava minha vida , mas não era pra ser desse jeito não.