Ilegal, Imoral ou Engorda (cover de Roberto Carlos)

Living condemned to do what I don't want
So well-behaved, sometimes I despair
If I do something, someone always comes to tell me
That this or that should not be done

My buttons remain...
I no longer know what is right
And how will I know
What I should do
What fault do I have
Tell me, my friend
Is everything I like
Illegal, immoral, or fattening

I've long been lost among a thousand philosophies
I became a quiet and even suspicious man
I try to walk straight and keep my feet on the ground
But certain things always catch my attention

Here with my buttons...
Damn, I'm not made of iron
I stop to think
But I can't change
What fault do I have
Tell me, my friend
Is everything I like
Illegal, immoral, or fattening

If I meet someone in a casual encounter
And everything is going well, in an informal chat
A hot night suggests enjoying
From my terrace, the view facing the sea
But the night is young
Delights in the morning coffee

So what to do
I don't want to know anymore
If I eat something
That I shouldn't eat
If everything I like
Is illegal, immoral, or fattening
If everything I like
Is illegal, immoral, or fattening
Is everything I like
Illegal, immoral, or fattening