Gato
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Gato
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Atirei o pau no gato
Mas o gato não morreu
Dona Chica doberrou-se
Doberrou-se que o gato deu
Dona Chica é fazendeira
Trabalha como costureira
Todo dia vai pra feira
Teve um tempo que quis ser freira
Ela não gosta de animais
Mas ama seu marido demais
Ela quis conhecer São Paulo
E se livrar do gato Saulo
Foi quando eu atirei
Na cabeça acertei
O gato não morreu
Mas ele se fudeu
Ela ficou puta da vida
Ela partiu pra uma corrida
Ficamos correndo, eu e ela
Foi quando parei e matei ela...
Eu matei a dona Chica
E o gato se alegrou
Passou dia, passou noite
Na minha casa
Ele miou
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