Lyrics A Flor Do Querer - Ed Motta

A Flor Do Querer

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat
She came on flash — monster mash, motors in her feet
Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights
Her dad’s a street punk and her mum’s a drunk, but we made out alright
Far far from home, oh I felt so alone
Could not spin to the speed of the city
Oh send me my ticket, I’m too scared to stick
With my little whizz kid — such a pity
Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band
She even hired a toy