Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My home girls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go" She said, "I, can't get enough,

Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón Quién dijo que todo está perdido Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón Tanta sangre que se llevó el río No será tan fácil Ya sé qué pasa No será tan simple como pensaba Como abrir el pecho, y sacar el alma Una cuchillada de amor

I want to cross oceans I want to live that life again I imagined, 'cause I imagined There's something about you That I'm never going to find out The way that you say things So they sound so right But everything I say I keep in the wrong side of my mouth

Maybe we've passed the point of not return We just want to watch the world burn Yeah, I know you know That we've been living a lie Turn a blind eye Until the day we die Maybe we just want to watch the world burn The sun is burnt out black There was a

(I really can't stay) Betty, it's cold outside Ah, but it's cold outside (I've got to go away) Betty, it's cold out there (This evening has been) Been hoping that you'd drop in (So very nice) I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

It ain't never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Check it up, check it up now That I ain't givin' it up to nobody but you (I ain't givin' it up to nobody) Can't get enough of the things that you do Huh, check it