It's too late to pretend You know me better than I know myself Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf Always someone else The next guy who will Make your cold heart melt I'm gonna give my love to someone else La la la la la She's such a flirt

I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah You call me up and then I'm satisfied I always think about you when I'm high I touch myself and then I'm not alone no more Do somethin' special to me I always think about you when I'm high (when I'm high)

Dance to the Music, dance to the music Get up and dance to the music! Get on up and dance to the fonky music! All we need is a drummer For people who only need a beat I'm gonna add a little guitar And make it easy to move your feet I'm gonna add some

In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

When Daddy let me drive A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel It's painted red, the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with Daddy when

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral That's a pretty big trunk on

"¿Por qué tan bonita y andas sola?" Me dijo que el amor a ella la ignora De todo lo que le sucedió Su corazón ya se le rindió Y por eso ella no se enamora Le djie "Hola" Lo único que yo quiero es una oportunidad Sin pensar en lo que pase, ni tampoco en

For me for me for me Go ahead and take care of business Don't talk just hold me closer Let me sit on top of your knee Oh Lord, don't keep me waiting Be as firm as can be In all my life no-one has touched me so close Nor made me feel so sweet I said to

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

Faithful me Pour yourself Wield your power Martyr's price Stare me down To the ground Slake my thirst