Gostosa

I go crazy, love
With this girl with a beachy scent
With this girl with a beachy scent
I can't control myself
This jealousy goes to the roots of madness
I can't control myself
This jealousy goes to the roots of madness

When she passes by gracefully
Teasing
And the gang from the square
Whistling
Whistling, whistling, and saying

She's delicious, she's delicious, she's delicious
She looks like a plane
My heart is going to explode!