Mulher Sem Ciúme

The day your eyes are no longer jealous
The day my cell phone has no movement
The day I leave and don't even realize I've arrived
Worry

I don't like it, but I like it when it gets on your foot
When I look to the side, I didn't even see who was there and you already ask me who it is
When you think that someone here wants me
I ask: Why? You say: Because woman knows woman

Love that is love has its outbursts, its madness
It's part of the part where you get pinched in the ribs in the middle of the street
If she fights, gets mad, thanks, it's a sign that she's yours
Woman without jealousy? Worry
Love that is love has its outbursts, its madness
It's part of the part where you get pinched in the ribs in the middle of the street
If she fights, gets mad, thanks, it's a sign that she's yours
Woman without jealousy? Worry

I don't like it, but I like it when it gets on your foot
When I look to the side, I didn't even see who was there and you already ask me who it is
When you think that someone here wants me
I ask: Why? You say: Because woman knows woman

Love that is love has its outbursts, its madness
It's part of the part where you get pinched in the ribs in the middle of the street
If she fights, gets mad, thanks, it's a sign that she's yours
Woman without jealousy? Worry
Love that is love has its outbursts, its madness
It's part of the part where you get pinched in the ribs in the middle of the street
If she fights, gets mad, thanks, it's a sign that she's yours
Woman without jealousy? Worry