Burritos El Chavo 2 (Brownstein/Amarante)

I'm like child lost in my play 

You're like the sun that makes it day.

I'm slightly poor and underemployed.

You're undisclosed: I'm overjoyed 

Sun bring me up I’m not coming down

Come lift me up when I’m spun around

I know I’m fine but I’ll have my days

Asking for help might be the only thing that helps me on my way

Your perfect voice, your autumn hair, 

In late October you're always there.

When changing leaves, they dive and swim 

Fall like my pride, to my chagrin.

Sun bring me up I’m not coming down

Come lift me up when I’m spun around

I know I’m fine but I’ll have my days

Asking for help might be the only thing that helps me on my way

I'm like those leaves far from my home

I'm on the ground, but not alone.

You are the rake that combs my kin 

Hello society, I'm back again.

Your perfect voice me like a leaf

You sing along, you're like a thief.

You stole my heart from where it hid

I fell in love and I’m happy I did

Written by Jake Brownstein and Patrick Amarante

Copyright Lazy Egg Records