Lyrics I Remember Julie - Ed Motta

I Remember Julie

I Remember Julie
First, hurts
She used to have a fake glass upon her desk
Style, wild
I Remember Julie
Fine, glides
She used to drink expensive wine her father bought
Cool, fool
She now has been «digging» some vinyl
And how are «indies» gonna rate it
I Remember Julie
Crates, snakes
Of course it’s fun
Her talents strong she never worked
Gasp, tact
I am missing Julie
Why?
Tight
I’ve been involved with her long time
Not sicne last night
Nice, twice