Annie herself describes it as “I think every girl has met an Anthonio, or will do at some point at least! There’s an Anthonio in every city and you’re sure to meet him when you least expect it!”
Here are the lyrics;

Oh Anthonio,
It’s been nearly one year since
Our Rio
Nights of forever
Pictures of you and me
Dancing and memories

Through the masquerade
You led me by the hand
Whispered the words
“This Is Forever”
Said from the silver tongue
Thats where it started from

Oh Anthonio,
My Anthonio,
Was I ever more than just a face in the crowd?
Did you even know my name?
Did you ever really care?

Oh Anthonio,
My Anthonio,
Do you ever wonder why or where I am now?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you even feel a thing?

There I was under stars
Hearts made in the sand
Lying from the boy
From Ipanema
Tide comes rushing in
Time and time again

Now that summer has gone
Where did you run?
All my letters are
Returned to sender
For eternity
You’re a part of me

Oh Anthonio,
My Anthonio,
You got everything you ever wanted from me,
I was just another girl
It was just another night

Oh Anthonio,
My Anthonio,
There is only one thing that I’m trying to say
It may come as a suprise
My baby has your eyes.

Oh, oh Annie, my dear sweet Annie, you lost me right there 😀
(Swallows a Red Pill)
Now lets psychoanalyze this s~~~ carefully. So you Annie made a trip to Rio to have a good time at the Carnival. There you shagged a homie named Anthonio without protection and now you’ve written a song to try and shame him into a pregnancy trap? Awww, honey, that’s rude.

Nope, I ain’t your Anthonio and the song regardless of its cool trance-like tune isn’t for me.

RED PILL! DON’T STAY HOME WITHOUT IT!

Cheers!

1. I can sniff out bulls~~~ much better now, even if those around me can’t smell s~~~ at all.

2. Women no longer hold any mystery for me…leading to a huge reduction in my insatiable porn appetite.  Women will have to prove me wrong to win any favor from me.  So, I waste very little time or money on them.

3. I do what I want, when I want, with very little regard for what others around me think about what I SHOULD or SHOULD NOT do.

4. I am happy and free, even though some of my peers fear that I am not – because my thinking is not mainstream.

BVC

My father died in 1995, the year after I finished school. Every woman I’ve ever met, and every government agency working on their behalf, has wanted something FROM me. Blue pill.

Everyone will agree that a man should get all the education he can because it helps him to be more productive. Almost everyone will encourage a young man to get an education or learn a trade for that reason. The difference between blue pill and red pill is in the intended destination of what he produces.

Blue pill: I should go to school. I should work hard. I should be productive. I should support a wife.

Red Pill: I should work hard and use my productivity for things that make me happy.

These blue pill expectations still get projected onto me. They just bounce off now – MGTOW.