Tabu

You're a fire, let’s set this place ablaze
I’m the champ, you’re the trophy, you’ve got the drive of a NASA rocket
Be my Romeo, my trophy, I know I’m yours, I’m your sky
Let’s take off your clothes, my hands on your abs
Praying to your pecs, giving props to your folks
No more scraps, the Queen wants a King
I’ll ring the bell and I’m not here for anyone else
For you, I’ll sign the contract, a common-law union, and head to the woods to tear that suit off you
For you, I declare that you’re in a different league and I shout loud that next to you, the hottest guy is just a rumor

Oh, this is in public like Nas and Kelis, they even ask for an encore
We do it to see them happy, it’s all good
I’m not an actress, I say you’re on the edge, kid
I call you a fig and I’m crossing my fingers for you to come with me
I give you a solid reason: you’re my secret fetish
With your belly button nearby, I definitely do what’s right
The world goes barren, we’re working for a grandkid
I tattoo your name huge, front and back
I throw a fit, I go on strike, but above you, there’s nothing, and below doesn’t work for me
I throw a fit, I go on strike, but above you, there’s nothing, and below doesn’t work for me

Give me a Greek God or give me a God of Ebony
I’m not made of iron, I won’t deny that a man like you
Leaves me hoarse, drives me crazy, with water in my mouth
Barely dressed, hand on your thigh
Humm, that’s already taboo

All guys are weak next to you, baby,
When I tasted that cocoa, I didn’t care about Nestlé
I’m such a fan of yours, hazel eyes
That make the contents of my bra feel so good
You know with you I’m hotter than J-Lo
And I put on a better show in bed than Busta does with his flow
M7 speeds up, you climb like ivy, you say: "slow down," whatever
I’ll have you listening to birds, I’m the spring
You move to the left, but I’m a woman
To make you kiss a mustache like Hitler
The day I felt you, I told my Toy: Bye, bye
Baby, there’s no dad for you, you close more bars than AZAI
We break the dishes of Roca and Valadares
You ask for an encore of the hardcore version from Sara Tavares
She ties the kiss that needs to be released
I tie you up, let you loose with a kiss in that spot!
I want to be your woman, it’s not just about the waist down
I fit you like a spoon, you’re the heat of my pot
I’ll dispatch whoever, even Pitt and Depp
I’ll make a love song on the beat, break your neck

I love you, I love you, te amo, j'teime
If you weren’t the caramel, what would happen to the cream?
I love you, I love you, te amo, j'teime
If you weren’t the caramel, what would happen to the cream?