A Mais Pedida (part. Ivete Sangalo)

In this show no minor enters
A man censored, was in a bad mood
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 music
That would be great

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 love

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 'din din' you'll like me
If I touch your radio

Please, Mr. DJ
At least once, better if it were three times
Play our song there, it makes me happy
If you don't play it, I'll break your nose
If you don't play it, 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 'din din' you'll like me
If I touch your radio

Only then will I touch your radio