Every day, it's all the same I try to drink some coffee My bed calls me back Lost my keys, God help me please! I'm still in my pajamas How can I be so wack?
Got a flat tire, believe me All over again I guess the puppy ate my homework Oh, what a bad time! Please shoot me! I can't understand Why does it have to happen to me?
But there's one thing that blows the haze And brightens up my day
I see wherever you are A beautiful morning, morning The sun is smiling for me I hear a guitar Playing a song, so happy This is where we should be
Got a flat tire, believe me All over again I guess the puppy ate my homework Oh, what a bad time! Please shoot me! I can't understand Why does it have to happen to me?
But there's one thing that blows the haze And brightens up my day
I see wherever you are A beautiful morning, morning The sun is smiling for me I hear a guitar Playing a song, so happy This is where we should be
Why can't it always be this way? I ask myself "What's my mistake? " I wonder if it sounds too gay
But I see wherever you are A beautiful morning, morning The sun is smiling for me I hear a guitar Playing a song, so happy Happy... Happy
I see wherever you are A beautiful morning, morning The sun is smiling for me I hear a guitar Playing a song, so happy This is where we should be
Compositor: Bruno Estrela Bessa (Bruno Bessa) ECAD: Obra #16168479 Fonograma #13600195