A battle of "those" between two sisters

In Paraíba, home is something other-worldly d'
The girls do not have much choice
One, suck their thumbs
Others saw a dyke.
At home it was different
Two of them played the same male in the tooth
For a watery Sao Paulo
The two fell in love.
You people do not care about
As things got ugly
It was a pulling away
Another pro side.
The goat was in the middle
Do not know what to do
Only you see it to believe it
The battle heated up as the greenhouse effect.
Two sisters so beautiful
Fighting like mad
For the same bi-locate
Pimba the bad thing.
Bastard became head of two sisters
It could only be bug-Mite
Coming from where the wind makes the curve
Plus, the face of marmosets.
By far, already saw that the plague was the devil
Slender, short nose and spoke
With an accent son of a bitch
Too bad, because his mother was a saint.
Holy Virgin! The two Marys is estrambelharam
Not measured, at least, the consequences
Pregnant the same day
And the madness off the tone.
One gave birth to a girl freckled
The other, a boy Ingracia
Those children complete the episode complicated
4-unloved.
When, by chance, the four are
The trigger is made
The air is so polluted
It shrapnel everywhere.
The family of these beauties
They have nothing to say
Themselves who sought
Their forms of pleasure.
On the one hand it was cool
Double Happiness
Dictated by the fraternity
Divided equitably.
The sisters wanted more
The first cousins ​​happy life
They were all at home
And parangolé? At the table.
In the end, all normal
A party of the first
The champagne popped in drinking
Everything by the book.
Who has not sinned
Cast the first stone
If by Magdalene was forgiven
Why do not these sisters loved.
If the weakness of man is
We need to reveal, beyond
Do not judge to be judged not
Let's be consistent in our conspiracies.
The sisters did not exit
Otherwise break bread
I do not have anything that does not
I just ask for them forgiveness.
Tit for tat
Tooth for a tooth
Who liked it, clap your hands
Who does not like it, stay-eyed.
I am going to have arretirando
It may be left for me
The potato heated
I do not want to be the color of carmine.
I threw the stick in the cat
I hit the Dodo
Smart puppy
I need to eat jiló.
I do not need to be a prophet
To know the end of this story
These two represent a move from my memory
And life, in short, I is The warranty plate full of grub.