Lyrics Disco - Brisa Roché
Morning
Sunday
We
are
still
hard
at
play
In
the
sheets
If
only
we
could
stay
all
week
I
found
you
dancing
out
last
night
The
ass
of
your
pants
so
tight
Your
fingers
combed
through
my
hair
We
floated
through
the
air
We
kissed
inside
the
car
Then
drove
fast
under
the
stars
Morning
Sunday
We
are
still
hard
at
play
In
the
sheets
If
only
we
could
stay
all
week
Oh,
when
I
go
downtown
Oh,
I
won't
any
longer
wear
a
frown
We
knew
what
we
were
there
for
When
my
dress
hit
the
floor
And
now
the
early
breezes
blow
I
hear
the
birds
begin
their
show
You're
even
better
in
the
light
These
urges
I
won't
fight
Always
copy,
always
paste,
shame
on
robots
Morning
Sunday
We
are
still
hard
at
play
In
the
sheets
If
only
we
could
stay
all
week
Oh,
when
I
go
downtown
(to-ow-ow-ow-own)
Oh,
I
won't
any
longer
wear
a
frown
Oh,
when
I
go
downtown
(to-ow-ow-ow-own)
Oh,
I
won't
any
longer
wear
a
frown
I
won't
any
longer
wear
a
frown
I
won't
any
longer
wear
a
frown
Since
I
met
you,
since
I
met
you
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