Like lightning, light, like lightning The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes Buy her tonight, she's still shining Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

Mi hermanita Como pasan los años y ayer eramos niños Mami y papi luchaban por nuestro porvenir Tu cuidabas de mi hoy yo velo por ti Hermanita te adoro se que no eres feliz Otro golpe en la cara esto es cada semana Y como siempre una excusa que tu ganas

And then all of a sudden ah it seemed so strange to me Lookin' back all I can say about all the things he did for me Is I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new It always winds up

I'm gon' make you feel it (Dah da da da, dah da da da, dah da da da) I’m gon' make you feel it I’m, I'm, I'm, I'm gon' make you feel it Hit you from that back I know that (I'm gon' make you feel it) I know that I'm gon' make you feel it Hit you from the

Da da da da da, da, da da da, da da da, da da da da da da da da I’m a snake, I’m a tricky little freak, I’m a killer you won’t see me as I slither down the street I make noise and I’m poised like a train as you please, I make heat when I tweet I am the

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army" They were old and crusty She was twenty when the diner was a baby He was the dishwasher,

Right back to you First times don't last But they light the path right back to you Bad days will pass 'Cause they're on the path right back to you It's okay to have a bad year As long as we don't let it win It's okay if you don't see clear As long as you

(Que no salga la luna que no tiene pa' qué No tiene pa' qué, no tiene pa' qué) (Brillaban los sacais) Con tus ojitos, prima, yo me alumbraré Señala' estuve a punta de navaja Si hay alguien que aquí se oponga Que no levante la voz (Que no lo escuche la

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The