O Jeito Dela

But nothing, you just don’t see
The way she is
This girl has a special style
Oh my God

The way she is
Has a very special vibe
This girl is not normal
When she walks down the street, traffic stops

Her charm
I’ve never seen a charm like this
She’s got a nice chest and a big butt
When traffic stops, she also says: No

Her perfume
When she walks by on the street
It seems like others don’t wear perfume
But oh girl, what’s your address, please?

The way she talks
She sways when she speaks
(Ai Gasso, don’t overdo it!)
Oh God, the touch of that hand!

I’m suffering

I’m suffering
I’m suffering
I’m suffering

I’m suffering
I’m suffering
I want to die

I’m suffering

This girl was painted by an artist
Who paints

The way she is
This girl is not normal
I think she’s international
Looks like a gift from Santa Claus
For me

Her charm
I’ve never seen her charm
I’m looking around
They call me crazy, what can I do?
Anyway

Her perfume
Took my breath away
I’m pretending to breathe
Oh

The way she talks
Oh Gasso, you’re killing me with all this praise
Oh, you beautiful girl, man
When talking about the girl, man

I’m suffering

I’m suffering
I’m suffering
If it’s love or passion

I’m suffering

I’m suffering
This love hurts too much
I’m suffering

I’m suffering

It’s at the point
In the end

You’re killing me like this

Gasso

My brother, I’m suffering
This girl is good, she’s beautiful, she’s everything, man

I’m suffering, I admit

I’m suffering

I’m suffering

I’m suffering

I’m suffering