Para Que Tá Feio (part. Guilherme e Benuto)

You think I don't know
That you're badmouthing me out there
I know the reason for keeping our thing on the down low
You're just afraid someone else will want my love

You don't need that to hold me
Every favorite has its place
And you know that
So why this
You're already grown up to be lying

In the bedroom you call me life
And on the street, deliverance
It's getting ugly, stop pretending
Your bed is watching

You promising
Swearing love and feelings
Contradicting what your body is doing
It's getting ugly
Stop pretending
Your bed is watching