Love is like a never-ending melody poets have compared it to a symphony a symphony conducted, by the lighting of the moon but our song of love is slightly out of tune once your kiss has raised me to a fever pitch and now the orchestration doesn't seem so rich it seems to me you changed the tune we sing
Like a bossa nova love should swing we used to harmonise, two souls in perfect time but now the song is different and the words don't even rhyme 'cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always groove and what good is a heart that is slightly out of tune?
Tune your heat to mine, the way it used to be join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving we're bound to get in tune again before too long there'll be no desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely then you won't be slightly out of tune you'll sing along with me