Na Conta da Loucura

I like
Your daring hands
That wicked look of yours
Your teasing phrases
This body-to-body game

You’re my flaw that I love to have
If I’m gonna mess up, it has to be with you

I want
Your temporary bed
Your body heat
Bring the madness to the room
Leave reason out on the street
We’ve got a whole night
To do whatever we want

Tell me one more lie
That I’m different
That you like us, I’ll believe it
Just chill
You don’t even have to be here when I wake up

Add another night to the account of madness
Tonight, desire is gonna take the blame for the
Messy hair, mixed-up perfume
My eyes wandering all over your body

Add another night to the account of madness
Tonight, desire is gonna take the blame for the
Messy hair, mixed-up perfume
My eyes wandering all over your body