Lyrics Batucadia Suite - Teena Marie

Mary's into new things, got a brand new bag
Superficial living's made her life a drag
World stereotypes her as she coins the phrase
Living for the hot wax and the printed page
She no longer wants to boss the bull around
Contrary to popular belief
All she wants to do is get inside your head
And play the funky rhythms from the street

Batucada Suite, Batucada Suite
Rhythm for the feet
Music for the soul, music for the soul
Love to make you whole

Esteban's a walker and a superman
Says that love will someday reign throughout this land
Says he's glad you let him try it all again
'Cause his last time on earth he lived life in sin
All he wants to do his spread his eagle wings
And fly south for the winter just like me
All he wants to do is get inside your head
And play the funky rhythms from the street

Batucada Suite, Batucada Suite
Rhythm for the feet
Music for the soul, music for the soul
Love to make you whole

Batucada Suite
Rhythm for the feet
Music for the soul
Here to make you whole

Tribal drums of the African
The reggae of the rastaman
The ragas of the Indians
Rock and roll music of my homeland
The salsa of Spanish descent
Tender lutes of the Orient
Jesus music is heaven sent
To remind of us what has went

Batu-batu-cada
Batu-batu-cada
Iyá Itótele
The rhythm of a surdo
Batu-batu-cada
Iyá Itótele
Iyá Itótele

As I taste life bittersweet
I know I am not complete
Until the message in my songs are yours
If you feel a pain unfair
Crosses too heavy to bear
Preservation comes from peace not war
Batu-batu-cada