Lipstick

We no need no dictionary.
Body language prime, I told her my heart now rented room,
Bought you fee stay.
She laughs, say, "Bruna, boy, you talk too much,
Just play." Now the saxophone confessing what my lips cannot; a love letter written in a minor key note.
Tomorrow go come with traffic, bills and politics,
But tonight we are royalty in a house of kicks.
If they're asking where I come from,
Say the rhythm calls; where fishermen pray and the speakers bows.
I know fee saved the whole world,
But I save my peace; turn the volume up,
Make the heavy feelings release.