We Are Flowers
Mallu Magalhães
She swings
Like the wind blows,
When she walks
You cannot even
Hear her steps
Is she real?
Can I touch?
There's some kind of golden,
Yellow coming out her chest
We are flowers,
We make the world better
We turn men lovers...
She swings
Like the wind blows,
When she walks
You cannot even
Hear her steps
Is she real?
Can I touch?
There's some kind of golden,
Yellow coming out her chest
We are flowers,
We make the world better
We turn men lovers
We are flowers,
We make the world better
