Desafinado

Love is like a never ending melody (melody-y-y)
Poets have compared it to a symphony
A symphony conducted by the lighting of the Moon (uh, uh, uh)
But our summer of love is slightly out of tune (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch (da-da-da)
Now the orchestration doesn't seem so rich (seem so rich)
Seems to me you've changed the tune we used to sing (used to sing)
Like the bossa nova, love should swing (swing, swing, swing)

Used to harmonize to souls in perfect time
Now the song is different and the words don't even rhyme
'Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon
So what good's a heart that's slightly out of tune? (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa)

Tune your heart to mine the way it used to be (used to be)
Join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving
We're bound to get in tune again before too long (before too long)

There will be no desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely (ba-da-ba)
And you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me (along with me)
There will be no desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me

Sing along, along with me
Sing along with me