For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own

É, só eu sei quanto amor eu guardei Sem saber que era só prá você O amor que chegou para dar O que ninguém deu prá você Que eu sempre fui só de você É, só tinha de ser com você Havia de ser prá você Senão era mais uma dor Senão não seria o amor

Get low, get get get low Low, low, low, low, low, low, low Get, get, get low when the whistle go Get, get, get, get low when the whistle go Barbes, yallah habibi Get, get, get, get low Get, get, get, get low.

What makes you so special? Hurry, hurry You put my head in such a flurry, flurry I'm gonna leave you I'm gonna teach you How we're all alone (How we're all alone, how we're all alone) My head's in heaven

You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night Twenty years now lost It makes no sense at all

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Where do you think you're goin' Goin', girl? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know that you'd stay We both know

Todo se siente mejor que antes Oh oh oh oh oh Solo para verte feliz Hacer eterna la primavera Es que por ti yo estoy dispuesto a cambiar lo que quieras Levantarte si algún día cayeras Contigo me sobran los motivos Me siento cada día más vivo Cambiaste mi

We put the good in the good in the good life Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Raise up a cup up for all my day ones Two middle fingers for the haters Life's only getting greater Straight up from nothing we go Higher than the highest skyscraper We put the good in the