Forró do Bole-Bole

Brunette when you arrive with your bole bole
At forró I get dizzy, with my mind weak
Crazy jealous just from hearing so much talk
And when my girl arrives, she's going to move for us to see

Hmm

And when the player stops and you're left alone
In the hall shaking her hips in those little clogs
I get hoarse from screaming just asking you
Move it, girl, make those guys roar!