Churrasco Grego
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Churrasco Grego
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Eu tenho um passado negro
Eu guardo um mórbido segredo
Eu vendia churrasco grego
Meu óleo era passado,
Meu bife era solado
Quem comia minhas carnes eram só uns coitados
Pro rapaz e pra mocinha eu dava a raspinha
E a parte mais gostosa sempre ficava minha
Quem come minha carne se entrega à própria sorte
Pois o que encontra é somente morte
Meu molho era estragado,
O meu carrinho esfumaçado
E pra comer minha carne era só uns trocado
Pro rapaz e pra mocinha eu dava a raspinha
E a parte mais gostosa sempre ficava minha
Quem come minha carne se entrega à própria sorte
Pois o que encontra é somente morte
Chu... churras... churrasco grego
Chu... churras... churrasco grego
Chu... churras... churrasco grego
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