Roxinho (part. Tarcísio do Acordeon)

He's seen that little purple mark on your neck
And every night you disappear like the sun
He's figured out that you make love without feeling
That another fish is biting your hook

He closes his eyes because he loves you
He might like him, but you don't love him
And what's missing there
Is overflowing in my bed

He doesn't have my kiss, my scent, my body
My naughty, hot, sweaty love he doesn't have
He doesn't have
He doesn't have my kiss, my scent, my body
My naughty, hot, sweaty love he doesn't have
He doesn't have
That's why every night you come back