Devagar, Outra Vez

Body, body
Body language
Devagar, outra vez

Lisbon basement, Thursday night
Kizomba social, nine o'clock
I don't speak a word of Portuguese
He doesn't know a word of mine
He holds his hand out like a question
I stand up like an answer
He counts it on my shoulder, "um, dois"
I'm stepping on his shoes

Left shoulder, right shoulder
Closer, come closer
No talking, just motion
Shoulder to shoulder

Body language (devagar)
He says slowly, I say again
Body language (outra vez)
We don't need a word to understand

Eh-eh, ah-ah
Devagar, outra vez
Eh-eh, ah-ah
Body language

Third song, I stop looking at my feet
He laughs and taps his heart
I tell him "hapana" in my language
Means no problem, and he gets it
The DJ calls the final track
Nobody's asking for a number
He writes a time on my wrist in pen
And draws the step beside it

Left shoulder, right shoulder
Closer, come closer
No talking, just motion
Shoulder to shoulder

Body language (devagar)
He says slowly, I say again
Body language (outra vez)
We don't need a word to understand

I tried to learn the words on the train
I only got as far as "assim"
It means "like this"
And that's the only word I need

Drum says yes (yes)
Feet say go (go)
Eyes say stay (stay)
Assim, assim

Body language (devagar)
He says slowly, I say again
Body language (outra vez)
Same time next Thursday, understand?

Body, body
Assim