We ride back and forth on buses just for what? To fall in love.

Commuting is just an excuse. That’s all. I mean it.

Whenever I go down in the subway or a get in a bus, I’m looking for true love.

And I find it.

About tree or four times a week.

I’m good at building love stories on my way home. On my mind, they work just fine.

You wanna know about happily ever after? Come with me around Rio and I’ll show you what love is.

Fairy tale is right around.