Black Girl - Samba
Black girl... Black girl...
I've given you everything
Now it's enough
Come to the party
That I blow on the horns
'Cause I'm from the crew
Of the Navá Battalion.
You're a smooth talker
You're not a busybody
You don't go to the witch doctor
You don't dance at the club.
You can come on over
My dear, to the party
But bring the tray
To collect the coins.