If You Know What I Mean...

national geographic, 1972 “young lovers in paris” by gordon w. gahan


Don't you worry there, my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you
If you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich
and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich
and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich
and build our house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
From way up there,
you and I, you and I

Well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
But baby, how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on a shelf

Oh, let's get rich
and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich
and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich
and build our house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants
From way up there,
you and I, you and I


"bonitinha, essa música é muito bonitinha"