People will say we're in love! People will say we're in love. Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours? Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors? I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a

Here's to the closing door Here's to just one more Here's to all the damned Here's to the bloodshed Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish Shrouded in burlap left

I loosen my tie, I loosen my tie I shake your way, I shake your way And I say you can't get enough No you can't get enough Given a chance, I'm gonna be somebody If for one dance, I'm gonna be somebody Open the door, it's gonna make you love me Facing the

Just don't get along with you Mm, I'm going to be bad no more I said I declare I ain't going to be bad no more When I leave this time baby I'm Going to hang crepe on your door Look it you darling, what do you want me to do Look it ya darling, what do you

Ah telefona por favor Guerêguerê, guerêguerê, guerêguerê, guerêguerê Guererêguerê, guerêguerêrere 'To morrendo de saudades Louco pra te ver Enquanto eu não encontro eu vou curtindo a vida Enquanto eu não encontro eu vou tirando onda Enquanto eu não

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

I'm gonna make it anyway It's not right, but it's okay Pack your bags up and leave Close the door behind you leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy And don't you dare come running back to me It's not right but it's okay Friday night you and your

Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

I can see you standing in every doorway Every night, a fleeting glimpse of candlelight Chases 'cross the atmosphere, but you're not here And I see the shape of moonlight on the cityscape But now the skyline wears a shroud I hear your voice in every crowd