Mulher Pequena
Roberto Carlos
Little Woman
When a little woman
Comes to speak in my ear
My heart races
I even make noise
She stands on tiptoe
Hangs on like crazy
Looks at the sky and closes her eyes
To get a kiss on the mouth
After the kiss on the mouth
Her light hand slides
Through the hairs on my chest
Inside my shirt
When things get hot
That's when this woman uses me
I just want some button
On her blouse to burst
No clothes can withstand
And no button lasts
This love we feel
There's nothing to hold it back
I like you, little one
This kiss drives me crazy
Thing of a hot woman
With a girlish way
Oh, oh, oh, that sweet and serene voice,
That delicate thing
Thing of a little woman
Oh, oh, oh, that sweet and serene voice,
My heart races for
You, little woman.
