The world turns and look at me on the top
I still in love, but now for the life
With your scorn I made a cool drink
A mix of cachaça and disaffection
I'm single and renewed
Tim tim tim tim tim
A toast to her
Tim tim tim tim tim
Who didn't call me
Tim tim tim tim tim
Let me single, I don't suffer for love
Take the bottle, fill your shot
Glass up, ready to drink*
Get ready, get ready
Mix, mix
Toasted, toasted
Drank it, drank it*