Baila baila baila bamba. Baila, baila, baila bamba. Seres a si' una poca de gracia. . Una poca de gracia. Para mi para ti y'ariba, y'ariba. A y' ariba, ariba, por ti sere.
calm my load, i don't need you round. i found my soul, a lonesome wanderer. i'll turn you into my little dancer. . i need to find you now, i'm losing my sense of self.
It's only friction that causes all the sparks - they come between us and blow the world apart. it's only tension that I can't diffuse; you really made your mark, I've still got the bruise..
I wanna be a lounge dummy. And watch the world from my settee. Cos I'm so cute, they're so ugly. Remote control makes my heart bleed. Religion and beauty queens.
In a fit of anger fueled by romance. She drug a key down the side of his Cadillac. Parked right outside the honky tonk. Jr. Wilson says he saw it all.
La le la la, la la le la la. La le la la, la la le la. . You know I love you. Wasn't that hard to forgive you. You stood by me. Strong for a while. . Yeah, I love you.
I'll call you up from a phone box-. Your light is in on, it's 3 o'clock. We'll go for a drive with the radio on. And you'll come alive to a forgotten song.
Picture us at the station. Takin a permanent vacation from the old us. It might take some work. But dont you think were worth. . The aggravation. I can see you look at me with those eyes accusingly.
? ? ?. Only because she takes my loose change. And down the twisted course. I find myself tied to the reins. . This is the last song. This is the last song.
Jimmy has a girlfriend. They play in the schoolyard. He gives her his cookie at lunch. She wears her hand-me-down. Faded flannel run-arounds. Jimmy he has more than enough.
There's little ears just down the hall. This fighting can't go on. The love we made when we created them. Can't be gone. . If we should go our separate ways.
Well you won't feel a thing. As far as I know. It's fast. Just think 12 more hours to go. You'll see blood red. And I'll ask my friend. What he thinks.
All I do is sleep all day and think of you. A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Summerchild that sits by the water. Weaving sunlight threads in his hands. The golden river that day a shelter. A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
Little kids playin' in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the ground. I'm followin' my shadow so I cross the street. Car passin' stereo, I like the beat.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Life. "Think about it". Everybody has troubles. And everybody's troubles are different than others. Life's a constant struggle. But keep your head high and it'll be alright.
I want to be like you. In a jam band where the lights crown me and I'm a superstar. I want to see like you. Over me and over them. I want to cry like you.