I wanna know if you'll run after me
Asking me to stay, not to fly
For me to slow down a bit
That you'll paint a canvas of my naked body
Have you memorized how many tattoos I have?
If I care about cartoons or scribble my drawings
How many shows are on my calendar, my favorite album
Where will the holidays be? How big's the demand?
In samba, I know it sambas, and what is it that makes you cry?
Do you know that, deep down, I'm scared
Of running alone and never reaching?
I fill myself with hope, with something new to happen
Will the one who plucks the rose be there for whatever happens?
Some days I'm needy, whole, enough
I want reciprocal love to witness
When I take the most beautiful flight of my life
Who'll call me love, sexy, dear?
Who'll wait for me at home, polish the rare jewel
Be the pseudofruit, the skin of the cashew
I wanna know if you'll run after me
Asking me to stay, not to fly
For me to slow down a bit
That you'll paint a canvas of my naked body
Have you memorized how many tattoos I have?
If I care about cartoons, if I scribble my drawings
How many shows are on my calendar? My favorite album?
Where will the holidays be? How big's the demand?
In samba, I know it sambas, and what is it that makes you cry?
Do you know that, deep down, I'm scared
Of running alone and never reaching?
I fill myself with hope, with something new to happen
Will the one who plucks the rose be there for whatever happens?
Some days I'm needy, whole, enough
I want reciprocal love to witness
When I take the most beautiful flight of my life
Who'll call me love, sexy, dear?
Who'll wait for me at home, polish the rare jewel
Be the pseudofruit, the skin of the cashew