Do nothin' till you hear from me. Pay no attention to what's said. Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream is over my head. . Do nothin' till you hear from me.
Oh baby, whatcha gonna do. Oh baby, whatcha gonna do. I'm sick and tired of foolin' around with you. . Wake up in the mornin' fix you somethin' to eat,.
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run.
The night is like a lovely tune. Beware my foolish heart. How white the ever constant moon. Take care my foolish heart. . There's a line between love and fascination.
There never was a gal I could love, like I love my Josephine. She's a flirt, she's a scamp, she's the vampiest vamp I've ever seen. It seems to me she's always flirting with the fellows passing by.
Perdona si te estoy llamando en este momento. Pero me hacía falta escuchar de nuevo. Aunque sea un instante tu respiración. . Disculpa sé que estoy violando nuestro juramento.
Never thought I'd fall,. But now I hear love call,. I'm getting sentimental over you. . Things you say and do,. Just thrill me through and through,. I'm getting sentimental over you..
You don't know what love is. 'Til you've learned the meaning of the blues. Until you've loved a love you've had to lose,. You don't know what love is..
Você com revólver na mão é um bicho feroz (Feroz). Sem ele anda rebolando e até muda de voz. (Isso aqui, cá pra nós).. . É que a rapazeada não sabe. Quando você entrou em cana.
One match set your brain on fire. To play the game, insanity is required. Only you can past the barbed wire. While the rest are trapped behind glass. Waiting to be inspired.
When you look at me, I don't feel the love I need. Conceiving deceiving thoughts you think that I can't see. The lack of interest, so don't disagree. You're the perfect illustration of what love can't be.
Hood up, ski mask over my face. A backpack full of spray paint. Time to light up the place. About to claim another unmarked territory. No one in sight, no one to fight to attain the glory.
I could be the missing piece to your puzzle. I could be whatever you want me to be. And I hope that you'll never figure out where I fit in. Because I know you don't need me.
I've walked so close to death. But I never stop to check and see if I'm still breathing. I've got so much life left. My fortune is the fact that my heart's still beating.
Living every day in the hole, I can't take anymore. Punch in, punch out. But I can't cash that check until the quota's met. So I'm living in the shadow of a mount of debt.
Silos of countless countercultures built to withstand. The potential corruption posed by the Media Man. In spite of their protection, a detrimental infection runs within these walls.