Posta Aí
Nadson o Ferinha
Post It
Before you go post, block me
Block everything you're going to make up
So I don't have to deny it here
Everything you post about me
You posted that you don't want my kiss
And washed the pillowcases just to get rid of my scent
That you deleted my contact and that you're fine
But the finger that types goes, what is typed comes
Post that you don't want my kiss
When my tongue is in your mouth
Post that you don't want my touch
When my hand takes off your clothes
Post that you don't want my body
When you're lying in this bed
I'll disappear from your life, I swear
If after all that you post that you don't love me
