Ela É Minha Cara

Causes a stir wherever she goes,
Goes down smoother than cachaça...
She's the one,
Her palace goes from Leme to Pontal,
She's my top among the top ten.
She's high society,
That's why she doesn't give in to anyone,
But one day I'll make her samba.

She's the eye candy of the crowd,
When she arrives, the drumming stops.
She's the jazzy one,
And some say she looks like a guy,
But those who speak are crazy to face her.

She's just like me,
And doesn't even look at me when we bump into each other,
But one day I'll make her samba.
She acts like a high-class lady,
But to me, she's just the girl
Who enchanted my heart.
Maybe one day the mood strikes
And she ends up in my arms
And I'll be at her mercy...

And I'll be at her mercy...
And I'll be at her mercy...