Pop

“She’s my only friend, my soul, my hope”

“I need your hands on me”

“No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch”

“Should I go away? Should I try to hide my feelings instead?”

“Reflexos, ritmos complexos, instantâneo frenesi…”

“Binários, não mais bípedes”

“Oh, well I guess I can plan, but it’s all just pretend when I’m close to you”

“The clouds will open up, blue skies are willing”

“Quero fazer samba como se fosse voar…”

“Perfect, perfect, you’re too good to be true”