Essa Morena

But the problem is that this brunette messes up my system
Heart short-circuit
Even makes me rethink my motto
Out of a hundred, I lose ninety-nine point ninety-nine of the bum pose

She says it won't just be a scheme, that with her it's all or nothing
And the worst part is I want it all

Dilemma that's keeping me up at night
Reason screams no, but my heart is deaf

My motto is zero attachment, but I'm asking for mercy
Just remembering the kisses with a taste of wanting more

She arrived in a way, completely disoriented
My psychological, and now? What to do?

The heart of the hoodlum spun, wasn't even quick
To prove that being shielded isn't always being clever
The problem isn't money, it's the foolish heart
That gets deceived much easier than the father's mind

There may be plenty of options in the mix
She doesn't leave my mind no matter where I am
If they ask if I'm on, I say nothing has changed
Who knows the hoodlum knows the father spun

Spun in the curves of the bandit
Who already knows and manipulates a heart like an expert
Endures it or doesn't even get involved

Does tricks that are like Kama Sutra
That, if the mind doesn't freak out, the heart goes crazy

Spun in the curves of the bandit
Who already knows and manipulates the heart like an expert

Does tricks that seem like Kama Sutra
That, if the mind doesn't freak out, the heart goes crazy