Mordida, Beijo e Tapa

It almost all ends here
Our love almost slipped down the drain
Ah! If I don't speak

That anger has an explanation
That she is almost half of a passionate heart
Of what's left, a third is jealousy
And the rest is love that you don't acknowledge

Since that's the case
I gather my clothes, I start collecting the rags
You grab my arm, and then

I made love, I didn't pack my bags
A little argument was all we needed
I made love, I didn't pack my bags
I released all our anger through biting, kissing, and slapping

I made love, I didn't pack my bags
A little argument was all we needed
I made love, I didn't pack my bags
I released all our anger through biting, kissing, and slapping

I made love, I didn't pack my bags