Jolene
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene
ps. a versão em português do Ceará que eu criei com o Sargento é de fazer xixi na calça de tanto rir.
