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Paroles: Nelly Furtado. Folklore. Explode.

Peso joga ginga roda

Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun
With a lighter and some hairspray smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody

Or maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some
Now we look back and see that she didn't know how
We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode, as we explode

Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road outside the K-Mart
Rolling around in them to see if you would get prickled
Slip the acid on your tongue rooftop mall parkade
We couldn't get enough

Then count the stars and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe judging each other
We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode, as we explode
As we explode, as we let

Peso roda ginga joga

It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong
Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar
More than a battle scar, such a good, good story to tell
At lunch break, lunch break, lunch break, lunch break
Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break, you bully, you break
You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake
You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt
You hit it and you're in it and it's spinning
And it's wild and we never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode, as we explode
As we explode, as we let go

We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars
We're gonna go far, we're gonna go far
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars
We're not very far, we're not very far

And it's you and me in the open air
It's truth or dare, we don't care
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars