Pra Ter o Que Fazer
Clarice Falcão
To Have Something To Do
Nothing likes doing nothing
Every telephone wants to ring
A closed window is just as sad
As a car, always in the same place
A clock that doesn't work doesn't exist
A soundless sound have a bad life
The appendix is the saddest organ
Why wouldn't it be like this with me?
And then I schedule three appointments
Before I get sick
And then I make a fuss
Just to have something to do
Then I sabotage myself a lot
Just to solve it later
And this story last for hours
Just to have something to do
