Parakundê

To do parakundêraiá
Just to do pararakundêraiá
To do parakundêraiá
Just to do

Tell me, who doesn't like a little mischief?
A bold move, a little game
A spicy touch, a renewal
Fire in the relationship

Tell me, who's tired of all the talk
Of so much nonsense, so many promises
Being prudish always being mommy-daddy

Who doesn't like a massage
To be together in the shower
Face to face, hand in hair
Skin to skin feeling pleasure

Who doesn't like a message
Making an invitation:
'How about tonight the two of us in the suite?'
I find it hard for you not to want

To do parakundêraiá
Just to do pararakundêraiá
To do parakundêraiá
Just to do

See if you can handle the grip
Focus, today is the day, don't make excuses
If you're coming, you have to come prepared
You used to complain, you told me
That no one satisfied you
And here I am just the way you wanted

To do parakundêraiá
Just to do pararakundêraiá
To do parakundêraiá
Just to do pararakundêraiá