Isso Que É Arte (feat. Kizzy)

Hmm (y'all)
Hmm (Orochi)
Hmm (Kizzy)

You can start taking that shyness out of your gaze, babe
And come on all fours asking me to slap you more
Biting your lips, looking at me, naughty face
The type of book that I don't judge by the cover
You twerk well, fuck well, like the hottest
Also feels that besides pleasure there's nothing else
Undressed, come, show me your best part
The naked body of this hottie, that's art

What can I do if my thoughts are vulgar?
I can't pretend, I was waiting for you to arrive
My dear, I don't need to say, let the feeling speak
You know how to act, yeah
To see you smile, my dear
I'll serve you a coconut liqueur
That reminds me of you, my dear
Blondie, you drive me crazy
Perverted, that's how it's fun
In the blink of an eye and I'm still the only one dressed
Decisive, hates those deluded
Who lie so much they believe they are everything they've said
Flower, garter belt, right, it's the easiest to tear
On your ass a feline, she twerks and scratches me
And doesn't care when I grab my phone to film you
Because you know your name will never be in the songs

You can start taking that shyness out of your gaze, babe
And come on all fours asking me to slap you more
Biting your lips, looking at me, naughty face
The type of book that I don't judge by the cover
You twerk well, fuck well, like the hottest
Also feels that besides pleasure there's nothing else
Undressed, come, show me your best part
The naked body of this hottie, that's art

Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art

Crazy young man, lost and the world has something for me too
And she keeps asking me where our madness comes from
I drowned in your sea, you woke me up with such a sweet kiss
I've been wanting you, love, since yesterday, you want me too, it's not just today, I know
Thousands ways to satisfy you
Several shortcuts to the G-spot
What you feel, but don't want to say
Your best you hide
Sitting firm, twerking well
Light up the green, take off your clothes and come
If I filmed you, you'd win the Grammy
The whole world in one night
I leave you on cloud nine (naked body, come)
This highest wave
Don't take me to heaven
I want to stay at the hotel with this devil
I don't remember much
Just the moans and the sound of slaps
And she must remember more because marks speak louder than words

You can start taking that shyness out of your gaze, babe
And come on all fours asking me to slap you more
Biting your lips, looking at me, naughty face
The type of book that I don't judge by the cover
You twerk well, fuck well, like the hottest
Also feels that besides pleasure there's nothing else
Undressed, come, show me your best part
The naked body of this hottie, that's art

Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art
Hmm, that's art