Vazou Na Braquiara

There are two types of people in a hookup
The one that I love you brings together and the one that I love you separates
Single life is a lottery in these early mornings

We never know who our hearts are betting on
We, for example, thought it was more than just a mattress
But you didn't think so, no, no

I loved myself in a bathtub, in a road room
Longing hit, our lust hit
But it was just me adding feelings to the parade
That it leaked into the brachiara

I loved myself in a bathtub, in a road room
Longing hit, our lust hit
But it was just me adding feelings to the parade
That it leaked into the brachiara

Her thing was just to do it
I went to say that I loved

We never know who our hearts are betting on
We, for example, thought it was more than just a mattress
But you didn't think so, no, no

I loved myself in a bathtub, in a road room
Longing hit, our lust hit
But it was just me adding feelings to the parade
That it leaked into the brachiara

I loved myself in a bathtub, in a road room
Longing hit, our lust hit
But it was just me adding feelings to the parade
That it leaked into the brachiara

I loved myself in a bathtub, in a road room
Longing hit, our lust hit
But it was just me adding feelings to the parade
That it leaked into the brachiara