Patrão

Boss, I'm calling to let you know
That yesterday I got wasted
And today I'm not in a condition to work

The boss
My love has already left me, please
don't fire me
Understand my situation
I will suffer too much without money and without passion

She threw my things out
And yesterday I slept where the drink lives
I lost my sweet beloved, my joy
Now I understand what Zezé used to say

Chorus
It's love, that makes us lose our minds
That makes the heart be on punishment
Before her, I didn't even know what suffering was

It's love that intoxicates us and makes us dizzy
I'm not ready to work yet
But boss, if she takes me back
Tomorrow I'll clock in