Lyrics and translation Turma do Pagode - Deixa Ela Desfilar (feat. Brother Charlie) [Ao Vivo]

Deixa Ela Desfilar (feat. Brother Charlie) [Ao Vivo]

Caramelo
Fala
Olha só essa mulher dançando, cumpadi
Meu Deus do céu mulher, quê isso
Deixa ela desfilar
Mas não mexe não, senão é assedio
Mas olhar agente pode
Olha pode, bastante
Tava na rua de casa
Brisando na farra e curtindo um Bob
Tava de cabeça feita, sorrindo à toa
Chinelo de dedo, camisa e short
Stop!
Fiquei em estado de choque
A gata queria ibope
Do jeito que ela desfilava
Parecia até a gata da novela das 9
Num desenvolve na moral que eu nunca vi
Nunca vi aquela gata aqui meu Deus
Deixa ela desfilar pra gente
Deixa iluminar o nosso dia
Quero eu nesse compasso dela
Quero ter a honra e o prazer dessa magia
Que é de ludibriar o olhar da gente, tanta maravilha
Que me instiga, que me instiga
Eu fiquei ali babando, parei na trela
Parecia um anjo que saía pra favela
Malandro até perde a linha
Arruma até briga quando ela desfila
Perfeita, vestido colado
Essa mina bandida invade a minha mente e inspira
Estava na rua de casa
Brisando na farra e curtindo um Bob
Tava de cabeça feita, sorrindo a toa
Chinelo de dedo, camisa e short
Stop!
Fiquei em estado de choque
A gata queria ibope
Do jeito que ela desfilava
Parecia até a gata da novela das 9
Num desenvolve na moral que eu nunca vi
Nunca vi aquela gata aqui meu Deus
Deixa ela desfilar pra gente
Deixa iluminar o nosso dia
Eu quero eu nesse compasso dela
Quero ter a honra e o prazer dessa magia
Que é de ludibriar o olhar da gente, tanta maravilha
Que me instiga, que me instiga
Deixa ela desfilar pra gente
Deixa iluminar o nosso dia
Eu quero eu nesse compasso dela
Quero ter a honra e o prazer dessa magia
Que é de ludibriar o olhar da gente, tanta maravilha
Que me instiga, que me instiga
Batom e salto alto, minha vez
Mais luz na passarela, que eu cheguei
Respeite, ela disse não, é não
Pode olhar mas sem botar a mão
Estava na rua de casa
Brisando na farra e curtindo um Bob
Tava de cabeça feita sorrindo a toa
Chinelo de dedo, camisa e short
Stop!

Let Her Parade (feat. Brother Charlie) [Live]

Caramelo
Say
Look at that woman dancing, buddy
My God, woman, what is this
Let her parade
But don't touch, otherwise it's harassment
But we can look at her
Look, you can, a lot
I was on the street at home
Chillin' in the party and listening to Bob
I was high, smiling for no reason
Flip-flops, shirt, and shorts
Stop!
I was in shock
That chick wanted attention
The way she paraded
She looked like the chick from the 9 p.m. soap opera
I swear, I've never seen anything like it
I've never seen that chick here, my God
Let her parade for us
Let her brighten our day
I want to be in her rhythm
I want to have the honor and pleasure of this magic
That tricks our eyes, so much wonder
That drives me crazy, that drives me crazy
I stood there drooling, stopped in my tracks
She looked like an angel coming to the favela
Even a rogue loses his mind
He even gets into a fight when she parades
Perfect, tight dress
This hot chick invades my mind and inspires me
I was on the street at home
Chillin' in the party and listening to Bob
I was high, smiling for no reason
Flip-flops, shirt, and shorts
Stop!
I was in shock
That chick wanted attention
The way she paraded
She looked like the chick from the 9 p.m. soap opera
I swear, I've never seen anything like it
I've never seen that chick here, my God
Let her parade for us
Let her brighten our day
I want to be in her rhythm
I want to have the honor and pleasure of this magic
That tricks our eyes, so much wonder
That drives me crazy, that drives me crazy
Let her parade for us
Let her brighten our day
I want to be in her rhythm
I want to have the honor and pleasure of this magic
That tricks our eyes, so much wonder
That drives me crazy, that drives me crazy
Lipstick and high heels, it's my turn
More light on the catwalk, I'm here
Respect, she said no means no
You can look but don't touch
I was on the street at home
Chillin' in the party and listening to Bob
I was high smiling for no reason
Flip-flops, shirt, and shorts
Stop!