A card from Rio, a card from Brazil
a phone call, a snappy line
a fleeting message home to the family
My love I miss you, my love I want to go home
A clean facade, an outside face
the career suit, a man on the way up
a clinically clean surface, first-class ticket
marble stairs and parquet floors
Smile little girl, don't disappoint me
for the man who comes from the happiness factory
you are big girl, soon turned ten
your father just bought you a simple one for Rio
Strange factory, windows with bars
the doors lock when dusk falls
the room is intoxicated with cigarette smoke
weepingly she awaits her first visit
For when the laughter has died down and the night has died
when the morning comes and the party is over
then she stays, she's a trade in meat
for you and close your eyes is all you need ¶ver
Come in my lord, pick your favorite
nothing is impossible, up and booze
anyone under ten?, all shot discreetly
we take credit cards as payment you know
a tray with a number, a staircase to the room
a baby girl that the eyes hide
meat and drunk he misses stop
sees nothing but her body
Until when the laughter has died down and the night has died
when the morning approaches and the party is on Still
she stays, she's a trade in meat
for you and closing your eyes is all you need
A card from Rio , a card from Brazil
a phone call, a snappy line
a fleeting message home to the family
Darling I miss you, darling I want to go home
A card from Rio, a card from Brazil
a phone call, a snappy line
a fleeting message home to the family
My love I miss you, my love I want to go home

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