An apartment building on a hill,
I think it’s somewhere in Brazil,
And though I’ve never seen to tell,
I remember very well.
I’m in the kitchen at the sink,
The walls are painted latex pink,
The sun shines through Venetian blinds,
And marks the table with yellow lines.
The view from there is very pretty,
But I don’t know the name of the city.
It’s just an apartment on a hill,
And I think it’s somewhere in Brazil.