Zangadinha (part. Ludmilla)

Leave it, come
Say what you have
Stop trying to disguise
I know you well
You know, my dear
That face doesn't fool me

When you close your face
And say it was nothing
You get in a bad mood
You ignore me
I can tell
There's something there!
There's something there!

My pout
Come here, tell me
What's going on in this heart
What's going on in this heart

She's tough
Full of attitude
Put me to sleep
On the living room couch
And I didn't even do anything
And I didn't even do anything

In the middle of the night
A little shy
She comes in quietly
As if nothing
And asks me for some affection
Who am I to refuse