A Ceia (part. DUPÊ)

Give me, give me, give me, give me
Give me, give me, give me, give me
Give me, give me, give me, give me
Give me, give me, give me, give me

I've got an invitation for you, baby
Dance real slow, mon amour
If it's to roll a scent full of warmth and affection, just to dance forró
I've got an invitation for you, baby
You and me, mon amour
If it's to crack some ice, it won't be just Black Label warming you up

You on the corners, out in the street
I keep remembering your scent on my blanket
And that taste of sweaty skin you have
Come take care of me, hold me close, raise me right, oh
I lose myself in your dark, berry-sweet eyes
I get drunk off your liqueur lips
Savoring your curls, the way your hair fits
And my fingers sketch your flower-shaped body

Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)

I've got an invitation for you, baby
Dance real slow, mon amour
If it's to roll a scent full of warmth and affection, just to dance forró

You on the corners, out in the street
I keep remembering your scent on my blanket
And that taste of sweaty skin you have
Come take care of me, hold me close, raise me right, oh

I lose myself in your dark, berry-sweet eyes
I get drunk off your liqueur lips
Savoring your curls, the way your hair fits
And my fingers sketch your flower-shaped body, I

Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)
Give me, give me, give me, give me (the feast)

Just us, alone in the living room (give me, give me, give me, give me)
Your voice, sweet and tipsy (give me, give me, give me, give me)
No drama, a hundred grams (give me, give me, give me, give me)
Let my green start burning right

When you left me
In my thoughts, it was you, naked
We'd see each other every single dawn
And without you, life goes on