Disco - Brisa Roche

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