Teleco-teco
Vinicius de Moraes
Teleco-teco
Every time she passes by
With a quick little step, teleco-teco
There she goes with the quick little step
Everyone says teleco-teco
My God, how charming!
But soon, someone says teleco-teco
What a stern face
Who doesn't give a damn
Doesn't laugh at jokes
Doesn't want anything at all
Every time she passes by
But I know why, teleco-teco
She only walks like that, teleco-teco
With a sly little step, tricky, twisted
It's because she knows the conversation won't lead anywhere
So she keeps, very well kept
That teleco-teco all to herself
Because she keeps that teleco-teco all to herself