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This secret desire
wasn’t meant to be told
please, sit on my soul

I don’t wanna be vulgar
just wanna be warm
please, sit on my soul

I’m sure you won’t mind
my heart feels so cold
please, sit on my soul

You’re making me blue
I wanna be red
please, sit on my soul

Your hands on your waist
please look at my face
and sit on my soul

I know it sounds wierd
but be a dear
and sit on my soul

 

Sit on My Soul,1999
Vídeo, cor, som, 3’40’’
Música: António Olaio & João Taborda