Good voice. Bad ideia!

Sorriste-me.

Puxaste o meu corpo contra o teu.

Colaste os teus lábios ao meu ouvido direito, talvez por te lembrares da minha hipoacusia esquerda...

Sussurraste:

"I'd rather dance with you than talk with you

so why don't we just move into the other room

there's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune

even if I could hear what you said

I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear

because I haven't read a single book all year

and the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all

I'd rather dance than talk with you

the music's too loud and the noise from the crowd

increases the chance of misinterpretation

so let your hips do the talking

I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings

and you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing

I'd rather dance than talk with you"

Kings Of Convenience...