A Mais Pedida (part. Érika Martins)

In this show no minor enters
A man censored, he was in a bad mood
He hadn't slept well because he didn't get up
Imagine how good it would be
If we made a sound that surpassed
The barrier of AM, FM, and elevator
That's it

Give me a kiss
And show the breast that you saw
When I saw you, my shorts opened
A tear fell from one eye
If it's from both, then it's a relationship

My hair is bad, but my suit is linen
I'll be your salty snack, you'll like me
If I touch your radio
You'll cry until the end, just to rhyme with 'im'
Because if I win some money, you'll like me
If I touch your radio

Please, Mr. Announcer
At least once, better if it were three times
Play our sound there that makes me happy
If you don't play, I'll break your nose
If you don't play, I'll break your nose

My hair is bad, but my suit is linen
I'll be your salty snack, you'll like me
If I touch your radio
You'll cry until the end, just to rhyme with 'im'
Because if I win some money, you'll like me
If I touch your radio
Call call music call us
Call call music just like that

Just like that for me to touch your radio