Cifras
A Rosinha Dos Limões

Tono: C

Introducción:

C#m                                                                                                 G#7  
Quando ela passa, franzina e cheia de graça
                                                                                                                        C#m  
Há sempre um ar de chalaça, no seu olhar feiticeiro
                                                                                  G#7  
Lá vai catita, cada dia mais bonita
                                                                                                                                  C#m  
E o seu vestido, de chita, tem sempre um ar domingueiro
C#7                 F#m                                              C#m  
Passa ligeira, alegre e namoradeira
                                                             G#7                                                    C#m    C#7  
E a sorrir, p'rá rua inteira, vai semeando ilusões
C#7                            F#m                                                            C#m  
Quando ela passa, vai vender limões à praça
                  A                                         G#7                                            C#m  
E até lhe chamam, por graça, a Rosinha dos limões
C#m                                                                                 G#7  
Quando ela passa, junto da minha janela
                                                                                                                        C#m  
Meus olhos vão atrás dela até ver, da rua, o fim
                                                                                     G#7  
Com ar gaiato, ela caminha apressada
                                                                                                                             C#m    C#7  
Rindo por tudo e por nada, e às vezes sorri p'ra mim
C#7                         F#m                                                 C#m  
Quando ela passa, apregoando os limões
                                                        G#7                                                      C#m    C#7  
A sós, com os meus botões, no vão da minha janela
C#7              F#m                                                                    C#m  
Fico pensando, que qualquer dia, por graça
                  A                                      G#7                                                      C#m  
Vou comprar limões à praça e depois, caso com ela