The Critic - Brazilian Girls

Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed

sunlight on my pillow, music in my head

early morning papers are beneath the door

I see my name and I read on for more

More, more, more, more

As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by

Garbage that I’m reading just???

in my eyes

Early morning papers sipping from my hands?

and???

that I don’t understand

Don’t play the critic

Try to forget it

Listen to the music

Oh, don’t play the critic

As you sit there writing what goes through your head

So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead

Early sunday morning sipping to your bed

Words can’t???

you, no words can’t???

you

Don’t play the critic

Try to forget it

Listen to the music

Oh, don’t play the critic