[bad word] = 
I told my ma, about the town I love so well 
I told my ma, about the town I love 
My time [bad word]  raising up my family 
I told my ma, about the town I love 

I’m leaving for an island, way down in the south 
where the roads are curved and dusty with no names 
The people’s so inviting, they’re smiling everywhere 
With a tempo I can share 
 [bad word]  

I'd like to get together, where there's samba in the streets 
in a tropical favela to the beats 
in Santa Catarina, a hot summer night 
are you ready, to ignite? 
 [bad word]  

I said 
Oh oh hungry eyes, hungry eyes 
My apprise, all for you 
Oh, hungry eyes 
Until the morning’s arise 
 [bad word] x2]