LEARN LYRICS

I felt like making this track for ya
To talk about your hair and the way you move
About your pale body
Bright red from the sun
My winter muse
She doesn't like putting on Sundown, no
She likes maté tea, complains about the sand
She almost gets sick
When she watches mermaid movies
I said: beer, she was in
Under the blanket
It makes no difference to me
If summer's already over
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen, hey
(Rom, dom, dom, yeah, rom, dom, dom, eh, oh
Rom, dom, dom, yeah, rom, dom, dom, eh, oh)
And she reminds me
Of that girl from Ipanema
Only she doesn't samba
But she'll turn into a poem
Look at that, girl
She leaves me speechless
She mocks the guys in Speedos walking by
I break a sweat watching her walk
We, through the city, to the sound of "Tarde em Itapuã"
In the backseat she made me an even bigger fan
Crazy heat, little clothing
A dive with no cap
I pretend I'm drowning
Just to get her mouth-to-mouth
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen, hey
Rom, dom, dom, yeah, rom, dom, dom, eh, oh
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen
Today won't be a beach day
But that's no problem
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen, hey
(Rom, dom, dom, yeah, rom, dom, dom, eh, oh
Rom, dom, dom, yeah
They just don't hit the big screen
Rom, dom, dom, yeah, rom, dom, dom, eh, oh
Winter loves do exist
They just don't hit the big screen, hey