Así que baby dime Si esta noche nos vemos Y mañana volvemos Di-di-dime, si con él eres una santa y conmigo te matas Que seguro lo hacemo' (oh, yeah) Y mañana volvemo', yeah Ay, yo sé que tú también tiene' gana' (gana') De seguro lo hacemos

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah (Give it to me baby) Come on get it, girl Baby, I'm a bad man (That's right) And you're my type of goody two-shoes girl Baby I'm a bad man, in a woman's world

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

(That's what Christmas means to me, my love) All these things and more That's what Christmas means to me, my love, ah yeah Candles burnin' low Lots of mistletoe toe Lots of snow and ice Everywhere we go Choirs singin' carols

Oh Oh yeah yeah, oh oh ooh oh oh Falling like the rain so, we ain't running out Falling like the rain so we ain't running out Oh Oh yeah yeah yeah oh oh whoa whoa whoa Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catcha' player by the toe If you want to let him go Men be falling like the

I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately Follow my heart wherever it takes me Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood A piece of driftwood Oh Oh baby, let me sing it for you, now woah, no Untie my noose Open up a bottle of Whatever you choose

Oh Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Yes it's no

And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh Oh we all still die You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your