Sweetest Berry
EDUARDO MOTTA
Got to be real
Every time you call my name
Got to be real
Every time you bite my lips
Bring your body to me
We are sincere
With our jealousy and fights
We never missed
Our fervor distracts us
Sweetest berry of soul
In our conversation
We agreed to have it open
Take it for granted
We must get it over
I am feeling more than blessed
Finally we got back
