By Arcassin Burnham

Hey mami,
I hope you let the music take you,
Drift you off into sea,
Of the islands we speak,
Your indulgence gets me high,
If you're still around,
Picking michelias from the ground,
She walks,
Her high heels create flames,
Red dresses are remarkable,
Your sence of beauty is the one to blame,
My Brazilian queen,
Heard the ****** rate is huge,
But also is Rio,
So we should go,
Settle down and raise a family,
If we have a daughter,
Name her camaylibe,
Be half of me,
Dance in the streets on our young nights,
The way her body sways,
Elegance in her smile , what a sight!