Текст песни 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