LEARN LYRICS

Oh, Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

He's bad for the heart

He was born in Graça

And in every street he walks

He leaves the neighbors on fire

Rebel heartthrob

And here he comes

With a rascal smile and grit

Sweet summer with smoke

He belongs to nobody

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart

He's got no hair

But he loves his mustache

He keeps a comb in his chest pocket

His shirt's nearly a deep V

He walks around alone

Pretending he doesn't know I almost died

He pulled the rug from under my feet

He's the king of matinées

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart

He's famous, mysterious

He's charming and vain

Any woman's weakness

Nobody really knows

His true identity

Agostinho does whatever he wants

He's famous, mysterious

He's charming and vain

Any woman's weakness

Nobody really knows

His true identity

Agostinho knows what he wants

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart

Oh Agostinho

There's a curse in beauty

Agostinho's good for the eyes

But he's bad for the heart