My guitar is riddled with dust, tossed into the basement
I can't listen to Bruno and Chitão
For it aches my heart
Because I'm reminded of us
I fought with the mailman last week
Because he brought me
Your name written on the water bill
I cried when I got it
Because I was reminded of us
Sorry, mailman, she's gone
Changed her address, haven't seen her since
I've even lost weight and haven't gone out since
No one else, no other face, will win me over
Staying home alone won't solve anything
No one else, no other face, will win me over
Staying home alone won't solve anything
But if she comes back, my guitar will be dusted
If she comes back, Bruno and Chitão
Will get tired of singing for us