Quem é ela
Henrique Cerqueira
Who is she
Who is she?
Leaning against the door in a dress
Ideal scene, photograph
Looking at the infinite without worrying
Will it be a party
Wherever I am, if it's her, she's the owner
I talk to others, but she owns my gaze
I can't help it
And she thaws, lights up, and step by step the room turns into a catwalk
She comes towards me
Like the first time she captured my heart
And I already know her name
Tattooed in my soul
She's already the muse of other songs I've made
I already know her tastes, quirks, dislikes
And this isn't the first time
That I will fall in love with her again
Who is she? Who is she?
Who is she?
Who sleeps in my lap like Cinderella
Who rubs her little feet, beautiful thing
Who, when a little stressed, likes to tease, to argue
Blah blah blah blah
Who is she?
Who makes me forget that time exists
Who reminds me that time is short
Reminds me of what is worth working for
And she thaws, lights up, and step by step the room turns into a catwalk
She comes towards me
Like the first time she captured my heart
And I already know her name
Tattooed in my soul
She's already the muse of other songs I've made
I already know her tastes, quirks, dislikes
And this isn't the first time
Because I already know
Tattooed in my soul
She's already the muse of other songs I've made
I already know
And this isn't the first time
That I will fall in love again
And this isn't the last time
That I will fall in love again, again, again
Who is she?
