LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
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