Lyrics and translation Rick & Renner - Se apertar ela dá

Se apertar ela dá

Dá, dá, dá
Dá, dá, dá
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar
Mulher independente com um sorriso ardente
Finge ser feliz, mas parece carente
Ninguém sabe o que ela faz e de onde vem
Usa saia curta, blusa transparente
Seu jeito de andar chega arrepia a gente
Ela vem, ela vai e não dá bola prá ninguém
A rapaziada comenta baixinho
Mas se vai atrás se perde no caminho
E falta coragem quando já tá quase lá
Eu estou na minha escutando o meu lado
E seguindo as regras do velho ditado
Que devagarinho eu chego lá
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar
Oh! Meu bem
É como diz o ditado: Mulher que não dá, voa
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar
Mulher independente com um sorriso ardente
Finge ser feliz, mas parece carente
Ninguém sabe o que ela faz e de onde vem
Usa saia curta, blusa transparente
Seu jeito de andar chega arrepia a gente
Ela vem, ela vai e não dá bola prá ninguém
A rapaziada comenta baixinho
Mas se vai atrás se perde no caminho
E falta coragem quando já tá quase lá
Eu estou na minha escutando o meu lado
Seguindo as regras do velho ditado
Que devagarinho eu chego lá
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar
Se apertar ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Se insistir ela dá, dá, dá, dá
Com jeitinho ela dá
Telefone dela pra você ligar
E quem sabe com ela um dia falar
Se você tiver sorte, quem sabe, sei lá
Pode até com ela namorar

If you press, she gives in

She gives in, she gives in, she gives in
She gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her
Independent woman with a fiery smile
Pretends to be happy, but seems needy
Nobody knows what she does or where she comes from
Wears a short skirt, see-through blouse
The way she walks gives us chills
She comes, she goes and doesn't pay attention to anyone
The guys comment quietly
But if they go after her, they get lost along the way
And they lack courage when they're almost there
I'm doing my thing, listening to my side
And following the rules of the old saying
That slowly I'll get there
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her
Oh! Honey
It's like the saying goes: A woman who doesn't give in, flies away
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her
Independent woman with a fiery smile
Pretends to be happy, but seems needy
Nobody knows what she does or where she comes from
Wears a short skirt, see-through blouse
The way she walks gives us chills
She comes, she goes and doesn't pay attention to anyone
The guys comment quietly
But if they go after her, they get lost along the way
And they lack courage when they're almost there
I'm doing my thing, listening to my side
Following the rules of the old saying
That slowly I'll get there
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her
If you press, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
If you insist, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in, she gives in
With a little finesse, she gives in
Here's her number so you can call
And maybe someday talk to her
If you're lucky, who knows, I don't know
You might even date her