Olhei pró bidão!

Com imaginação

Pareceu-me o mundo.

Mundo não imundo,

Ferrugento.

Mundo como eu numa segunda-feira,

Como ele, e pardacento.

 

 

Well you can need me, well I want you to.

And you can feed me, how I like that too.

But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.

Listen here.

I don't fear.

I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Oh- you can tease me, Oh- how I want you to.

And you can squeeze me Baby, I like that too.

But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.

Listen here.

I don't fear.

I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Oh- you can hold me Baby, I want you to.

And you can scold me, yes I like that too.

But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.

Listen here.

I don't fear.

I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Well you can need me, well I want you to.

And you can feed me Baby, I like that too.

But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.

Listen here.

I don't fear.

I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Ben Harper, Whipping Boy