Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, I remember love on a rooftop We couldn't make our love stop We were giving all that we got I remember holding you so tight Ooh, when kissing lasted all night Love on a rooftop We never stop to see

Turn on the radio! You wanna turn me on, turn on your stereo. You can sing along, while they're playin' my song. How you done me wrong, Baby crank it up! Until you blow the speakers out your Chevy truck. So listen Romeo, when you're feelin' kinda lonely,

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

In my head, it's going down In my head, I see you all over me In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screaming more I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes (show you the ropes) I can see it going down, going down Just leave with

Con te partirò Su navi per mari Che, io lo so, No, no, non esistono più, Sogno all'orizzonte E mancan le parole, Time to say goodbye. Paesi che non ho mai Veduto e vissuto con te,

My old flame I can't even think of his name I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of But I'll never be the same

Pero que clase de rumba pa pa pa La que yo cogí anoche que que que No recuerdo lo que sucedió Ya son las 6 de la mañana Y todavía no recuerdo nada Ni siquiera conozco tu cara Pero amaneciste aquí en mi cama Ya esta amaneciendo, el sol saliendo Yo

Una furtiva lagrima Negli occhi suoi spunto Quelle festose giovani Invidiar sembro Che più cercando io vo' M'ama, lo vedo Un solo instante i palpiti Del suo bel cor sentir! I miei sospir, confondere

It just come natural And I love you It's what I was born to do Don't have to think it through Baby, it's so easy loving you Sun shines, clouds rain Train whistles blow and guitars play Preachers preach, farmers plow Wishes go up, and the world goes round

I'm still in the kitchen W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen You niggas don't want it Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough With all that ambition The