Waves of her hair wrapped around her face
Making conversation while in my mind her silhouette I trace
Your love, smooth like a dark red wine
Your love, Lord above could be divine
Girl you must be tired
Running through my mind all day
Got a heart made of fire she's wild
Gives me sweet soulful loving, she dont play
I tried to hide it, tried to pretend
But it always finds its way back again
Your love, is never second best
Your love, revs me up cant get no rest
But there's envy and jealousy softly burning in the back of my mind
I know the part of your heart that's crazy could be stolen, swept away before my eyes
Originally recorded in 1976, the jazz-funk group's debut represents a vital piece of not just Marcos Resende’s history, but the history of Brazilian music itself. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 27, 2021