Seu Tipo
Eduardo Dusek
Your Type
Tell me I'm your type
Tell me baby
I believe
Whisper softly
That I'm your ideal
Put on that dress
Make sure you don't play
With my libido
Kiss me in the ear
Nothing makes sense
Everything burns...
Tell me I'm your type
Repeat my love
I believe
I need shelter
My friend
Salvation
The heavy stuff
I don't want anything
Just a confirmation
That shines in your eyes
Your chest doesn't stop heaving
Upon my arrival
Your mouth starts to scream
Scream that I'm your type
Just that,
Added to a lot of emotion
Will make my heart roll with pleasure.
