esta canção, que de bossa nova não tem nada, é para mim viciante. por vezes deixo de a ouvir, mas passados meses relembro-a e volta a não me sair da cabeça durante dias seguidos, sabem como é. 
e quando a menina ambrosia parsley diz que é a mais sortuda das raparigas e as outras dançam no palco e tudo aquilo tresanda a pecado e a fruto proibido julgo que até percebo.

Well I think I hate you

Isn't this fun

You're gonna shoot

And I darling loaded the gun

I think I'm done

What train did you step off of anyway

I really don't care

I'm the luckiest girl

Gonna lie with you baby

'Cause there's nowhere else

I can lay

I'm never talking to you again

I'll go join the marines

And then I will peacefully sail away

With some safe magazines

Did you hear what I say

You can't fall down the stairs

Two times the same way

And I really don't care

I'm the luckiest girl

Gonna tell you I love you

More than anything else

I can see

If people were cars

I'd be covered with scars

I'll hold on to my dignity

I bought this old dress

To cover the mess

Don't take it off I don't want you

I don't want you to see

Stop singing that song

I'll stand hard like a tree

Yeah you make me sick

You red razor nick

Get your hot hands off me

Maybe you're from the moon

Sensibility tells me that this is too soon

Oh my bones are bare

I'm the luckiest girl

Yeah and I want you baby

More than anything else

More than anything else

More than anything else

In the room

More than anything else
In the room