Bebeto boa pessoa

You're like summer rain
As soon as it comes, it's gone, love
I think, girl, you're pushing your luck
My patience might run out
You pretend you don't care it matters
And when you miss it you want to come back
Where are we going to end up
It's not every time that we find a good person
Cool to love...
Love , you only do this to me
Because you know how much I like you.