If you say my singing is off key, my love
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You would hurt my feelings, don't you see, my love ?
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I wish I had an ear like yours,
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A voice that would behave
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All I have is feeling
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And the voice God gave
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You insist my music goes against the rules
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Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools
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I wrote this song for you
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But you don't care
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It's a crooked song, ah,
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But my heart is there
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The thing that you would see if you would play the part
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Is even if I'm out of tune I have a gentle heart
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I took your picture with my trusty Rolleiflex
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And now all I have developed is complex
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Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love
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And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of
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A life of love and music with someone who'll understand
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That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say
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How much I love you
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And all that matters is the message that I bring,
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Which is: my dear one, I love you
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Desafinado
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| Astrud Gilberto |
