Domingo de Manhã

He sounds sleepy
Sorry if I woke you up
Turn it off and go back to sleep
Call me here later

I don't even know
What would I do this winter?
Anything that wasn't about you
It would bore me

I could be in space right now
In a lunar module, oh, how boring
What if I were sailing right now?
In a small boat in the Caribbean, God forbid!
I could be in a thousand-star hotel in Dubai right now

But I, I, I
I'd rather be here bothering you
Sunday morning
It's just that I prefer to listen
Your sleepy voice
Sunday morning
Sunday morning