It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
The boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear.
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home.
A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong.
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home.
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song.
Call out your name.
Call out in shame.
Call out, you better
call out.
Contribuição: Diego Sodré([email protected])