'You'll think of me all week
On a silk sheet, love, with pearl flower
My arrow tastes like sex and cherry
In your panther, love, I turn into the jungle
My popo is very big and will catch you, mozão
Oh, baby, you put me in love so I can get used to it, uh
My popo is very big and will catch you, mozão
Oh, baby, put me in love so I can get used to it
If you tasted it, liked it, cried
What's that got to do with me?
It was cupid's fault, love, love
If you tasted it, liked it, cried
What's that got to do with me?
It was cupid's fault, love, love
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault
It was the ass's fault, it was the ass's fault