Bossa Em Palavrões

Oh, don't call me ever again
Far the sensual words between the sheets
For your voice says on the computer, with damn pain
That another voice peace; lies silent already back there
In the time when animals used to speak

I don't buy from immoral flower sellers
For I don't hit a woman not even with a flower
The business of love is of such art, that shamelessly
Any amateur is put aside
Love is a thing for professionals

Without a phone you wouldn't sing to me
For I, without flowers like on so many days
Would cut on the palm tree and in red some hearts
Buying the rose makes it mine or not
You hear me so close, the fault is only of the line
Smile, love, and flower are today swearing in bossa nova

We blind those whom God wants to lose
Makes see more in the million than in pleasure.