Ada Bird Wolfe

Samba Batucada

Music by Ada Bird Wolfe & Jamieson Trotter, Lyrics by Ada Bird Wolfe

Samba Batucada 
at the samba hall
Roping me with rhythm 
A Pied Piper call
Balmy nights of jasmine
wine and mirror lights
Samba batucada 
That’s my heart’s delight

Handsome sambinsta
There across the room
I don't need to look
to know he's coming for me soon
Swaying to the samba
Softly as I wait
Smiling to myself
As the samba weaves my fate

While our hips are moving
We’re talking with our eyes
That’s the kind of moment
Samba batucada buys
When that sambanista
Pulls me to his chest
I can hear his heartbeat,
I can’t catch my breath

Gently blows the sweet breeze
Like a lover’s kiss
Strings of colored lanterns
The ocean’s cooling mist
Time is just a number
In the ever-lasting night
Samba batucada
Tiger, tiger burning bright

Will he be the lover
to last me all my life
Samba batucada
Who cares if I’m a wife
Samba batucada
Its own story of love
and when we dance the samba
That’s all we’re thinking of

When a sambanista
Gets you in his sights 
Wraps you in the rhythm
Of a samba flavored night
That will be an evening
That you won’t forget
Samba batucada
Nights with no regrets

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