She made me buy a car
Me, who loved my horse
She made me sell my cattle
To move into a gated condo
She gave me sneakers as a gift
Said boots don't suit us anymore
Then I couldn't take it, I said what my heart feels
Go to hell with your love
Quit being a cowboy, quit hearing modão, my guitar
Drop my hat to use gel, good Lord above
Stop being a cowboy, hear forró and modão
Drop my hat to use gel, good Lord above
There's no love worth that, no
She made me sell my cattle
To move into a gated condo
She gave me sneakers as a gift
Said boots don't suit us anymore
Then I couldn't take it, I said what my heart feels
Go to hell with your love
Quit being a cowboy, quit hearing modão, my guitar
Drop my hat to use gel, good Lord above
Stop being a cowboy, hear forró and modão
Drop my hat to use gel, good Lord above
There's no love worth that, no
She made me buy a car
Me, who loved my horse