The boy done wrong again
Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
The boy done wrong again
Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
Are you ok now?
Are you ok now?
On Saturday I was an angel shining fair
You shone louder, longer
You put my shine to shame
Put me to shame now
Put me to shame
What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?
What is it I must do?
I would do it all the time
All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs
If somebody sings along I will be happy now
The woodland spring will put the darkness from your thinking
If this town’s your sinking ship
Then you know where to jump
Talking dirty, for a hobby it’s fine
So pour another glass of wine
I’ll think of England this time
All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs
If somebody sings along I will be happy now
(Belle & Sebastian)

Sexta-feira eu estava contando o crime no metrô e o meu sonho para a Tereza, que trabalha aqui comigo. Ela, pra variar, só queria saber se tinha algum número no sonho.
— Número? Sei lá, Tereza, acho que não. Só os dos bilhetes.
— É? Quais números?
— Ué, tinha múltiplo de 2 e múltiplo de 10. Oras.
— Hum… 0210. Vou jogar.
— Asifudê, Tereza.
— Atomanocu, Pokemon.
Pois bem. Cheguei agora e dei de cara com uma Tereza tristonha:
— Ô, Pokemon… Não quis dar ouvidos à sua dica.
— Que dica?
— Dos números. 0210. Deu no duque.
— Puta merda! E pagava quanto?
— 300 reais pra cada real jogado.