Roxinho (part. Tarcísio do Acordeon)

He has already seen that purple on your neck
And every night you disappear like the Sun
He has already seen that you make love tasteless
That another fish is biting your hook

He closes his eyes because he loves you
He kind of likes you but you don't love him
And what's missing there
Has been left over in my bed

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