Forró do Xenhenhém

Brown-skinned country girl with a sweaty neck
I'm getting weak in the knees with you, my dear
With that sway, your body goes soft
And in this back and forth, in this come and go
Our hearts start to throb
All we want is to have a good time

With you, my dear
In the xenhenhém, in the xenhenhém, in the xenhenhém

Who was the genius that invented forró
Made the brown-skinned girl kick up dust
He's an artist
He did a good job
And the country girl is for whoever
Is willing to win in the xenhenhém

Xenhenhém, xenhenhém, xenhenhém
Xenhenhém, xenhenhém, xenhenhém
Xenhenhém, xenhenhém, xenhenhém
I'll do everything to win in the xenhenhém