I gambled on your love baby and got a losing hand While I was playing fair baby you played a cheating game I thought I'd be your king baby, yes and you could be my queen The way you did me pretty baby I declare I never understand Your ways keep changing

Dans les bals populaires Sur des airs populaires On est là pour boire un coup On est là pour faire les fous Et pour se reboire un bon coup Et pas payer nos verres Mais là-bas près du comptoir en bois Nous on ne danse pas Pour boire un coup

You're not a ship to carry my life You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here For I need your love your love protects my fears And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm unkind But I need you to turn

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

I wanna make you feel wanted And I wanna call you mine Wanna hold your hand forever Wanna kiss your lips Never let you forget it Yeah I wanna make you feel wanted You know I'd fall apart without you I don't know how you do what you do 'Cause everything

Puisque tout est publicité Moi j'ai pris la liberté De faire ma propre publicité M'essayer c'est m'adopter Je suis l'homme qui chante et qui danse Celui qui fait pchitt et boomboom Je suis le seul dans toute la France A posséder un super zoom Je suis le

If this world were mine I'd give you anything If this world were mine, I'd place at your feet All that I own, you've been so good to me I'd give you the flowers, the birds and the bees For with your love inside me, that would be all I need If this world

Oo, rated X What about the crime, rated X They let the children see life destroyed But they won't let them see its making What happened to god's creations I know something's missing All over the world The world's situation Should be rated X, rated X

Please don't let my dreams run dry He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky." He gets up before the

Hands, in the, air, now! I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! Aye, all my