Cheiro e Cabelo
Diego e Victor Hugo
Scent and Hair
A shirt hides a scratched chest
And a regretful person will get in the car
A ring comes out of the pocket and goes on the finger
And the butterflies in the stomach are now of fear
It's that in the clothes always remains scent and hair
On the way back my phone rings
I'm arriving and on the way
I'm deleting the messages and adjusting the
Position of the seat
My drama already begins in the garage
When she greets me (hi love I miss you)
And all worried asking how was my day
Oh, cold shower
I'm exchanging the love of my life
For a nice tongue kiss
It doesn't make sense to fake smiles
She deserves me to be much more of a man than that
On the way back my phone rings
I'm arriving and on the way
I'm deleting the messages and adjusting the
Position of the seat
My drama already begins in the garage
When she greets me (hi love I miss you)
And all worried asking how was my day
Oh, cold shower
I'm exchanging the love of my life
For a nice tongue kiss
My drama already begins in the garage
When she greets me (hi love I miss you)
And all worried asking how was my day
Oh, cold shower
I'm exchanging the love of my life
For a nice tongue kiss
It doesn't make sense to fake smiles
She deserves me to be much more of a man than that
