Desafinado

When I try to sing, you won’t let me
And it’s always the same complaint
You say I’m out of tune, that I can’t sing
You’re so beautiful, but your beauty can be deceiving too

If you say I’m out of tune, my love
Know that it causes me immense pain
Only the privileged have ears like yours
I’ve got just what God gave me

If you insist on labeling
My behavior as anti-musical
Even while lying, I must argue
That this is Bossa Nova, it’s just natural

What you don’t know, not even sense
Is that the out of tune also have a heart
I took a picture of you with my Rolley-Flex
It revealed your huge ingratitude

You just can’t talk like that about my love
This is the greatest you’ll ever find
You with your music forgot the main thing
That in the hearts of the out of tune
Deep down, quietly beats
That in the hearts of the out of tune, a heart beats too.