Domingo de Manhã
Marcos & Belutti
Sunday Morning
You sound sleepy
Sorry if I woke you up
Hang up and go back to sleep
Then call me here
I don't even know
What I would do this winter
Anything that wasn't with you
Would bore me
I could be in space right now
In a lunar module, oh, how boring
And if I were sailing right now
In a little boat in the Caribbean, God forbid
I could be in a hotel with a thousand stars in Dubai
But I, I, I
Prefer to be here bothering you
Sunday morning
It's just that I prefer to hear
Your sleepy voice
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
