Love is like a never-end—ing-/melody
Poets /have compared it to a /sy--mpho\ny
A /symphony conducted by the lighting of the /moon
/But our song of/ lo--ve is slightly /out of \tune
Once your kisses raised me to a/ fe--ver pitch
/Now the orchestration doesn't /se--em so \rich
/Seems to me you've /changed the tune we/ used to/ /sing
-/Like the bossa/ nova- love /should sw/-ing
/We \used to harmo/ni--ze, two souls in perfect /time
rhyme
Cause you forgot the/ melody- our /hearts would always croon
AND So /what's good's a heart that's s/lightly-/out of tune
Tune your heart to me the way it /u--sed to be
Join with me in/ harmony and/ sing a /song of/ lo/ving
We've /got to get in/ tune again be/fo---re too /long
Ther'll be no desafinado
When your heart- belongs to me comp/lately-----
SO you won't be slightly out of /tune
You'll sing along with me
sing along with me
